Monday, 9:42 AM. It washed over me like a Sargasso Sea, a thick liquid permeation of filth, and dissipated into a sulfurous tinge to the room. But first it battered me with the mixed flavors of decomposition -- a little bit of fermenting shrimp, that odd cheese at a party last night, sauerkraut from the hot dog. In my sleep I gagged and when I woke up, it was like I was still in a dream. A dream of anal horror.

you dutch-ovened yourself.

yesterday i suffered from a deplorable excess of gas due to High Life consumption the night before. i had the fucking Munich Symphony Orchestra in my drawers.

I tooted

Should I bother with the morning exhalations? 'Cause that's really gonna fill up the thread quick.

One of my hobbies consists of farting on the Commuter Rail.

I had the major gas last night (most likely due to excess food/beer inhalation starting at about 9am), but today I was rewarded with 3 massive movements that probably dropped my body weight by about 15 lbs.

well had about 10 beers lastnight and then a flamethrower burger from dairy queen for lunch today, mega swamp-ass galore

This is relevant to my interests.

hahahahahahahahahaha oh man thats so funny, i do the same thing. i always take the single seats that are closest to the doors, and i frequently stink out that section.

back in 3rd grade i had this teacher who had an uncontrollable gas problem, Mrs. Smith from Pakachoag elementary, and she was super strict about us not laughing when she would fart almost constantly. not like huge whoppers, but little poots every 4 or 5 minutes. being 7 or so made it physically impossible.

haha, yea. the commuter rail is sometimes loud enough where you can rip as loud as you want and get away with it. the only times I got caught were when the whole seat vibrated and the person next to me gave me a look.
if you put your knees up on the back of the seat in front of you, (like most tall people do on the rail)it angles it perfectly for a nice silent fart. This are great too.

I like to go into stores, find the indoor air conditioning uptake vent, and fart silently into it, knowing my flatus stench will be distributed evenly throughout the door.

If I thought I could get away with it, I'd crap on the grid and smoosh it into the vents.

the best ones are when you're walking or going up the stairs, and with each step, a little toot comes out.

I like to find the prettiest whore walking down the street, and knowing I will never fuck her blast some anal cream her way. Thankless bitch!

my favorite thing to do at a bar is go into the bathroom and, if there's another dude in there, fart as loud as i can while taking a piss, and see if i get a reaction.

3:45 PM CST. I feel so light and free after this dump. It wasn't an intestinal casting like yesterday, but clearly this was impacted food ferment from hell. I blew out a bricklike turd, a lengthy poop dong, and then some pebbles, and immediately I found I could breathe easier, as if this massive load of waste had displaced my lungs. Cleanup was a beast. I need to start shitting outdoors, preferrably underwater.

at the dunkin donuts on my beat, someone shoved shit in the hand dryer in the bathroom. it was wretched, yet at the same time admirable.

i second the admiration. kudos for sharing.

A very good friend on mine was THE MAN at this. He has cleared out a large shop area with two exposed floors, cleared out a trailer during which his aunt actually threw up, woke his ex up from a dead sleep and had her gagging and once farted on his younger brother's face to which he screamed from under asscheeks "OH MY GOD! GET OFF, I CAN TASTE IT!"
On a side note, the ex I mentioned was so dumb once she dutch-ovened herself when they were in bed, he farted and she jumped under the covers, which they were both laying under when he tore ass.
He also can take legendary shits or as he calls it, "Dropping Heat".

DROPPING HEAT lol hahahahaha vomit

i had a friend that did similar things, with similar stench. i owned a van back in like 01, and me and like 6 other people drove to Michigan, and i swear he farted every 5 minutes for the entire trip. it took 2 weeks to get the smell out since it was a cargo van with no ventilation aside from the front windows. he also shit in a mop bucket at Hollywood Video, and shit in the top part of the toilet in a restaurant. legendary he was.

There's already a thread for that, buddy.

http://simple.returntothepit.com/view.php?formid=43801&highlight=shitting

One of the worst things about a hot climate:

Fart in your car. Park in the sun. Suddenly, your car permanently smells like your bowels.

Especially in hot, humid climates like Viet Nam or Houston.

Thats awesome.

Oh the uppper decker?

Good ol' Harris County, TX. How I miss thee.

Miss it with a rifle, but not with a heart. When were you here?

in the pool at the gym.
but im getting beaten by the dog who is squirting out fire eggs

Hahahaha, yeah, it became part of my vocabulary after he lived with me for a year.
"Hey Dan, I'm gonna go drop some heat, then let's go grab some beers!"

Should be a movie: HEAT DROPPER.

Currently popping out some hot air balloons myself. It's starting to get uncomfortably colonic in here.

I was born and raised in Harris County. Cypress to be exact.

Good lord, I'm glad you survived. I grew up in Alief. Sort of like Cypress, but offshifted by ten years earlier.

Yea, my family is originally from up here but my father worked for Enron. Too bad Enron fucked up, he lost all of his stocks/etc.

my whole office smells like someone messed themselves.

I also (briefly) worked for Enron. Wish it had turned out better. It was a good gig going while it lasted, worth it for the catering alone. I've never eaten so well in my life.

They used to call in huge orders -- Pappasitos, Hungry's, you name it -- and feed the hell out of all of us working on their projects. Lunchtime big trays arrived, and if we stayed even ten minutes past five, another was on its way.

I used to eat the hell out of the tray on our floor, then ride the freight elevator and scout other floors for goodies, then work late. Sometimes, I'd unleash a gigantic bowel avalanche in the executive bathroom next to the receptionist's desk, and I'd leave the door open so the A/C vent would pulse the stench out into the office at large.

Only once did they call housekeeping to complain, but I remember quite a few people sniffing aggressively, and I worried because maybe there is someone out there so perceptive that he or she can tell by the smell of a dump whose bowels it came from.

I remember Enron Chili Cook Offs in the 80s and the flatulence was steaming out of asses left and right.

Anything that steams IN HOUSTON is bad news... like nuclear anal horror...

just farted in my cube.

Today I had flatulence.

I can barely read over the noise of my intestines gurgling, whining, asking for reparations, bubbling.

I don't know what's about to happen but you can be sure... you'll hear about it here.

BTW, greetings to our friends from http://raci.st/ who are reading this thread now.

Stardate 5041, 8:11 PM CST. I am ready for this to stop. It's as if all the fluid in my body cycles through my colon. Drink a horseload of water, or Dr. Pepper (everyone in Texas drinks DP except the Russian immigrants), and everything is fine for a few hours and then suddenly it's all in my colon. Causing (a) the bacterial festival therein to generate the foulest, sulfuric, fermented, eschatologically paranoid gas in abundance (b) the liquified feces to push on the hard anal plug of dried cheese-derived waste below, eventually creating a champagne cork situation. What follows is immense thirst, after the half-hour cleanup. Then the cycle begins again.

I am a man trapped in his own colon. There is no hope.

OMG... 3 day old taco bell is making me tear gas everywhere.

Stardate 5041, 9:32 PM CST. I have discovered the secret of powdered garlic. Being dried, it is a fraction of its actual size. If you fry it in butter, it coats it, so that it awaits the intestine before expanding to full size and feeding the flora and fauna of the intestine with glorious raw materials for leveling flatulence. Tonight I sleep on my stomach, letting gravity push out on gaseous opus after another.

Cherries are the bomb-diggity for working up that gaseous, cacophonous, schmelly stuff coming out the behind. Eat a shitload and let the follies begin.

in first grade i had Miss Fardy. lol's on the playground for weeks ensued

I bet her and Ms. Weiner (my high school biology teacher, who BTW knew less about biology than I did and called me a Nazi on the regular) (I wasn't) were in the same support group.

Farted.

7:18 AM. I awoke to the sound of those damn planes flying overhead. Or maybe it was thunder. Yet I'm alone in the bed. In the house. No pets, even. Note on refrigerator: "If you ever eat tacos before bed again, I'm leaving you."

I am the ELEPHANT... everyone must bow down to me, for i am the king of all shitting. why do you think they call me the elephant. toilets are for amatures, i only do my business in the woods, and let me tell ya , business is good!!!

yeah today's train ride had a soundtrack provided by the Munich Symphony Orchestra playing an exclusive show in my drawers.

the elephant never forgets

Tuesday, 8:42 AM. Riding on the upper section of the Commuter Rail, I decided to let a nice warm one go. Its stench was overwhelmingly enjoyable on my part; I don't think many others enjoyed it. The smell was green chilis mixed with onion rings from the night before. Commuter next to me got up and moved to another train car.
sound factor - 1/5 (silent)
smell factor - 4/5 (didn't last long enough)
joy factor - 5/5(reminded me that I am the king of farting on the commuter rail in the morning... at least on my train)

I just beefed.

farting at concerts is awesome. you know you are grossing out at least 10 people.

though i could have farted at the ICP show and it would have made the Palladium smell better.

When I have the really bad farts, I stop by a local church and "read pamphlets" for about ten minutes, emitting all the while.

I like how even the farts conspire toward silence...

I just gassed.

[Oct 14,2008 10:35am - Yeti]
farting at concerts is awesome. you know you are grossing out at least 10 people.

amen

After i got home from watain i got into my bed where i ripped the ripped the worst ripper on my girlfriend then i laughed so hard about it that i verped (burp/vomiy) and all this wi-fi pizza came up with it... so gross

I've got to eat my peanut butter/cabbage/chick pea curry, and then I'll report back with something impressive.

I just cut the cheese.

"I've never heard a girl blow ass before!"

Monday, 6:09 PM. Thinking I was alone in the office, I decided to let one go to ease the pressure. After a few seconds of thinking I was indeed alone, I soon realized that the cleaning lady was on the other side of my cube, and heard my massive explosion. She reluctantly walks by me and gives me a little glare, and skips my emptying my trash barrel.
Mission accomplished.

sound factor - 4/5 (massive flutter at the end)
smell factor - 2/5 (i've had better ones)
joy factor - 4/5 (scaring away the cleaning lady was a joy)

my colon has been extremely active today. i drank about 9 PBR's before going to bed last night, and i think i've farted out my body weight. they are those long, extremely relieving farts. i kept making my cat jump this morning when i was laying in bed waiting to get up.

I pufft out some things yesterday that stuck in my chair. when ever I moved, the smell of rotting vegetables creeped out of my chair.

i farted 4 times since posting.

It's... um... out of control.

Best euphemism ever.

epic gas today. by the time the day is over the Earth's mean temperature will have gone up from me farting.

my toilets are fucked up, so i took a shit in a bag last night.

HAHA!

the other night i ate 2 huge burritos before bed comprised of chopped up spicy black bean burgers, refried beans, jalpenos, cheddar cheese, and slathered in sriracha. I then ate taco bell the next day for lunch and bourbon chicken, lo mein noodles, and plantanes for dinner. the next day after that i shit out a planet

OMG... I thought it was the cat last night. nope, it was one that was stuck in my shorts.

I'm currently having a fart party. A "farty" if you will.

ha! a fucking + for that one.

my gas is consistent

Two nights ago, I flopped over onto my stomach and emitted the longest continuous stream of flatulence -- of my life! I then woke myself up laughing.

Farting, the oldest, but never gets old laughing experience of all human time.

the other night, i farted and it scared my daughter while she was asleep.

ITT: child abuse

my farts have probably taken years off my poor little girl's life.

I farted in a humid outdoor elevator once, and when I came back the next day, it or something that smelled like it was still detectable.

i fart in the elevator at work all the time.

i fart at the girl who works behind me all time. i consider them spite farts.

a couple weeks ago, i was farting at my desk near the end of the day. the farts were audible but i didn't care.

Green-tan cumulus clouds floating behind my chair... glad the day is almost over.

this morning:
1 tblspoon of chlorella in 0z of water.
2 cups of astragalus / licorice tea

lunch:
garbanzos, cranberries, lima beans, and kidney beans.

afternoon / dinner:
nothing; a couple pipes of kush.

post dinner / ride hom from work:
40 oz'er of BL

i enjoyed the ride home. rolled up the windows and light up another salubrious pipe.

..STENCH OF THE DECEASED!

No one ever comes in to my cube at work, but of course, everytime I dropped a fresh anal blast some comes moseying on over...

Like to share my auto evisceration consisting of a ribbed octopuslike tentacle that shot straight down like a rocket ship on a tragectory to the cesspool of hell, having enough explosive force to lift me off the seat. The sudden gastral vacuum gave me a 64 second delay vomit-belch with an aromatic rotten mushy peanut surprise for my tongue that had not been completely swallowed from lunch the day before. The aroma was like reliving the last day's banquet, except that it had pressure cooked and pasteurized for 17.2 hours, prompting another wave of nausea after I was finally able to quaff the re-rechewed peanut and bile-spiked saliva.

I farted a bunch of times today and they all overpowered the air with the stench of rotten milk.

better than a "sharty"

i can't lie, a sharty sounds like a blast.






















*cough*

I forgot the word for when you wanna cut one but theres a pinch of solid and mushy expelled with the hot gases.

A quiver sliver!

I can fly widdat. Fo shizz

I love it when you're in a quiet store, like a grocery or hardware, and you hear someone an aisle or two over rip a long contorted fart that ends with a hard, wet, mucosal stop.

i love ripping horrible stinky farts at the urinal when the bathroom at work is empty, then when i get to the sink to wash hands some poor fool walks in and goes straight to the urinal i just left a gas cloud at.

My new vegetable and fiber laden diet has made for some epic gas.

I just came here to report in, but I've got to leave the room now

* gasp *