Why do they say thunder and lightning when really you see lightening first then hear the thunder?
Anyway my daughters farts are like thunder and lightning
They are so potent you smell them before you hear them
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Why do they say thunder and lightning when really you see lightening first then hear the thunder?
Anyway my daughters farts are like thunder and lightning
They are so potent you smell them before you hear them
:roflmao:
Count one thousand...two thousand...etc. When you get to Five thousand the lightning was approx a mile away.
What count do you get to before you hear them? Or are you incapable of counting (at that point)?
Btw, nothing, and I do mean NOTHING beats the methane produced by my gut flora after a big feed of Pacific Oysters. Travelling to see a client with a colleague one day after a feed the night before - my best estimation is that total volume of methane was 1cc (half a thimble full). Of course I had the foresight to lock the doors and windows, and flick the aircon to recirc.
He still talks about it years later. Apparently it still brings tears to his eyes.
Brings tears to my eyes thinking a out it laughing
You're a cruel man Brett.:rolleyes:
The blue flame trick will also remove most of the odour. I have in mind when my younger brother discovered this and came running into the lounge room while my parents were trying to hold a family prayer session. My brother threw himself on the floor spread his legs, lit a match and let one rip. He was right - there was no smell. Apparently he'd eating a whole large tin of baked beans.
:roflmao: (again - nothing like a fart joke).
That's a crackup Bob. Your brother musta been a New Believer.
My father very much doubted the science of this. I was about 21 at the time, and newly allowed to smoke at home. His doubting of the science was voiced afetr dark, and the subsequent conversation went something along the lines of:
"Ok Dad, you operate the light switch, and I'll operate the cigarette lighter".
Wouldn't you know, it was my finest effort to that point, and remains the benchmark of my life! (yup, still have the occasional attempt - hey, it's amusing).It was fully two feet of bright yella, vicious flame.
I have a mate (a different one) who begs to differ strongly. Reckons that with me, at least he knows what he's up for, sans match.
For those who may doubt my altitude claim: click (not me, mine was all vertical, all height, but this vid both pleasing that they thought of lights out, and disappointing that I wasn't the only one who thought of it for MAXIMUM visual confirmation).
Too cool Brett. Or should I say hot
arrgh, btw, there's two of us here on the net right now - it wasn't me who found that vid.
Ontario Lola
Years ago four of us in a construction camp donga one night and my (now) BIL decides to light a fart, went off like a rocket but trouble was he was in the raw and singed the hair round his clacker. You're supposed to have trousers or undies on to act like the mantle of a lamp. Talk about laugh, we laughed for a week, the rest of us that is.
Good on you guys for reminding me.
Geoff.
That was mean to be onya. Auto correct on touch phones. Go figure