my homemade chili is guaranteed to set mr tweety off. mini tweety calls a fart a 'poo noise'. she continues to do her number 2s on the big girls toilet, which is an added bonus as i don't have to change s****y nappies any more, thank goodness.
Oh dear ... as I bimbled along the road for my morning run I felt a little bit of pressure ... should have known better and returned home but didn't. Half-way through and there's a serious outbreak of windypuffs so I cut short the run and turned it from a gentle plod to a tempo to get home quick.
Now here's the thing ... no matter how long the run, be it 3 miles or 20, I always get the turtle's head on the last 100 yards to my house. Even today, when I actually cut a run short so as to make it back pronto.
Could it be that the house at the end of my road is exerting an invisible forcefield?
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my homemade chili is guaranteed to set mr tweety off. mini tweety calls a fart a 'poo noise'. she continues to do her number 2s on the big girls toilet, which is an added bonus as i don't have to change s****y nappies any more, thank goodness.
glad to see this thread is still on the go...
going strong, dr nic.
prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp
found it!
bit of a pongy morning. linda mccartney burgers and beans for me tea last night. mini tweety kept giving me funny looks.
wasnt it chimps threead about the bum bag
Phaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!
ooh they are RIPE today
Thinking of Burns and poetry and all that made me remember an immortal verse my dear old mum used to declaim;
Where'er ye be
let yer wind gang free!
Quite so, sho!!!!!!!!
There is a german saying which translated means , he who holds in a fart is a murderer
I must ask mum about that
yep, then something like
in church or chapel
let it rattle
I've just had cumberland sausages, beans and spuds forgetting I had jacket spud and beans for lunch
oh dear
yeo
Top man!!!!!!!!!!!
Cauliflower tomorrow????????????????
got to be
or a ruby
Oh, dear.
Haggis and red wine on Thursday
Mexican meal (oh, those refried beans!) and lots of red wine on Friday
couldn't post at all yesterday as, every time I tried to sit down at the pc, I found myself hovering two feet above the keyboard on a noxious cloud.
Fairly normal then really SS.
had my 5 week old nephew come to visit this morning - I think he should be an honourary member of this thread
parp parp parpity parp (and all done with such a sweet and innocent face)
that's ma boy
Oh dear ... as I bimbled along the road for my morning run I felt a little bit of pressure ... should have known better and returned home but didn't. Half-way through and there's a serious outbreak of windypuffs so I cut short the run and turned it from a gentle plod to a tempo to get home quick.
Now here's the thing ... no matter how long the run, be it 3 miles or 20, I always get the turtle's head on the last 100 yards to my house. Even today, when I actually cut a run short so as to make it back pronto.
Could it be that the house at the end of my road is exerting an invisible forcefield?
perhaps dr who lives there when his tardis is in bbc stores in between series muttley.
a parpy weekend to one and all.
Parp!!!!
Click on "your farts"
About a third of the way down the page there is the following text:-
"In the first one, it sounds like Todd is farting into stock pot. Dude, don't ever invite me over to supper! 2nd one is a funny composition!"
You'll find 2 little speakers symbols. Click on the second one.
Enjoy.
Is this a thread about poos?
Now, I question Muttleys last post
Bloody funny-but-whaddya think???????
I have been strangely quiet for a few weeks in this dept
right, off to look at fat faces links
COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!
do they REALLY think wimmin fart less than men>?