i was mulling over this too hip no shame in my game response when i saw this.I don't like other people farting anywhere near me (if there's food) but if I do it to myself I piss myself laughing.
i had one of those moments dk described the other day when he realized i hadn't lied to him and since kimmy copped to this i can't not admit that i love farts.
mine, someone else's, i don't care. the louder, the funnier; the stinkier, the better. cracks me up when someone loses an sbd in a crowded elevator and everybody's trying either to keep from laughing or gagging while one guy looks at the floor. i'm laughing so hard writing this, i can't hold them in.
i especially love it when i cut a really big loud one in the bathtub that displaces a big mound of water before the bubble breaks.
like an oenophile, i have a very discriminating nose for the bouquet of flatulence. i can tell a lot about a person's diet by what their farts smell like. i avoid eating a lot of meat because it makes me so gassy and the farts so putrid-meat smelling. i can always tell when the meat and potatos gluttens have used a public crapper right before me. add an alcohol habit to that and the chemistry will clear a room.
i love it when i cut a really big loud one in the bathtub that displaces a big mound of water before the bubble breaks.
the sense of smell is probably the most taken for granted of all our senses. i'm so fascinated by different smells that i even like the smell of skunk so long as me or the dogs didn't get a point-blank blast.
i suppose i ought to close by saying it's time to spank my monkey and sleep for a few hours. great thread. thanks.