Who likes the smell of their own farts. ? Mark me down for liking my own farts.

Uh, no thanks.

Ok Wayne Shaw

And BlairVT

This is your big chance mfers. Add something productive.

Most times are tolerable. There are a few occasions where I need to leave the room after. My wife still has PTSD from the night at the fair when I had the polish sausage with extra sauerkraut. I don't know why that particular kraut lit me up like it did.

Everyone likes their own brand.

I figured with the title that it was a wabigoon thread, that guy posts some random [bleep]

I wouldn’t say I like them, but they’re much more bearable than someone else’s.
Some people are worse than others. See my post about Sgt Belcher. That sumbitch ate possum covered in buzzard gravy!
7mm

I have been known to produce a fine ass aroma. It is very pleasing.

I have also given the credit to the guy in front of me before. No need to flaunt.

not "like"., but always sample, test the potency so to speak.

A true connoisseur will waft the best farts into the fridge for later.

Yes, but it leaves such a bad taste on the Roquefort!

Don’t smell much, but I enjoy making music. I can get about half way thru the first stanza of Beethoven’s 5th.

My dogs seem to like mine even more than I do. But the feeling is not reciprocated.

Lately, it's been bad.
Real bad.

Have let one go and the noise caused my wife to wake up and ask
"What was that?"


The other night she woke up because of the smell.
Pretty proud of th at one!

Mine don’t stink.

The wife disagrees 😁

I have NEVER enjoyed anyone else's.

I do enjoy hotboxing the wife every so often, just so she can savor the experience.

(My wife, not yours.)

Not here, if I fart she is leaving the couch or the bed depending on where we're at. Now If she farts, she is leaving the couch or bed😂

Mine can choke a buzzard,but I will take mine over anyone's.

And damned if it ain't fun to share them at the grocery store and got to the end of the aisle
just to see how many folks will stand around enjoying my odoriferous emanations.

If they've got to ask, it was them.

So your one of those crop duster in the store.

Anyone who says he doesn’t like his own farts is lying.

I used to let some raunchy ones go at work and then when the guys were gaggin on it I'd say "remember that putrid air you're now breathing was up my ass hole just a minute ago". lol

^^^^^^
Saves his farts in a Ziplock bag to torture the cat with .

Someone once described my farts as having something extra special in them. 😊

When I fart I have to sample the aroma. One of my disappointments from my bout with China flu a few months ago was not being able to savor my farts. My sense of smell has recovered slowly.

A few weeks ago I let a fart while driving that was so powerful I almost passed out. 😛 Luckily, I was able to hit the window buttons and avoid a wreck.

Only cousin fuggin retards keep cats around. No doubt your place is loaded with them.

My father had a gift.......I swear. His sounded like a damn trumpet. Both volume and duration. His silent but deadly farts though could make you cry. He saved those for the long trips in the station wagon. He wouldn’t say a word...I had learned to keep my eyes on him during those trips when he got conspicuously quiet. I’d glance at him from my back seat and if I ever caught even a hint of a smile....just a slight grin........I knew to take cover, find a piece of clothing to put over my mouth and get down on the floorboard of the car. My mom would unleash hell on him from the front seat and light up a cigarette to combat the green cloud in our car. He’d laugh and tell her “Honey, quit overreacting....it was just a sugar toot (his word for no odor).”

In honor of my dad I now tell my wife the same thing...”it’s just a sugar toot sweetie...that’s all”.

Recent catagories for me are;

The decibel level woke me from a dead sleep.
Or
The stench woke me from a dead sleep.

Both can have serious side effects.

One hundred percent.

I bet they all misinterpreted your invitation.

Mine smell like blueberries.

Mine border on fart rape.

Air over chit have ran myself out of a sleeping bag and tent before

It’s called pest control you Latin Homer Simpson mouth breather named Lonnie. Lol

A few years back I was in Vagas with my Wife's side of the family staying down town at Fitzgerald's. After a night of drinking, eating and gambling I was sitting up stairs in our room with my Wife's Nephew we had the door open cause both of us were just cutting loose with the methane. My Wife finally came up stairs and as soon as the elevator doors opened for her on our floor she was thinking WTF? A green mist down the hallway to our room... We cleared the floor. LMFAO

Why am I not surprised. LOL

That story cracked me up. Reminded me of trips with my family when I was young. The big tip off was when dad would crack the window open. You knew then you were in for it.

If I eat the right stuff, they can be deadly.

This story was making the rounds a few years ago:

Okay, to be fair here, it wasn't technically me, it was my brother. Also, this was years ago. However, this remains one of the most incredible mess-ups I have ever personally witnessed and I figured you guys might get a kick out of it.

To set the stage a bit: We're in Rhode Island in the 90s, and myself and my two younger brothers are the children of the children of Italian immigrants. We are descended from the kind of Stoic Catholicism you read about. Church is a solemn, Gothic affair with a lot of silence in between the call and response that makes up a normal Sunday service. Church is a Big Deal™ to my parents at the time, and you are not to mess around during it.

Knowing that, I have to wonder what got into my folks' heads when we went out to breakfast prior to Church and wound up at this small eatery in Wakefield called the Bluebird Cafe.
Going out for breakfast pre-church was rare, but for some reason the decision was made to have breakfast as a family and eschew our normal 9AM service for the one at 11AM instead. On top of that, this place has really good food, but it's also very heavy depending on what you order. The portions are also gargantuan, which our server warned us about when all three of us boys tried to individually order huevos rancheros, but we protested that we were totally old enough to eat an entire plate of this ourselves (bearing in mind I was thirteen, middle son was eleven, youngest was nine). Our parents acquiesced and we all got our individual plates of food.
The huevos rancheros at this place isn't like a tortilla with an egg on it, mind you. Oh no. It is a giant dinner-plate-sized flour patty with about three pounds of black beans on it, plus onions, a huge helping of grits, something like four eggs, an alarming amount of melted cheese, and copious hot sauce. One plate is enough to comfortably feed an average human for a day and a half.

I couldn't finish mine. Believe me I tried. Youngest son didn't even get halfway through.
Middle son ate the entire thing in about 45 seconds. He hoovered it up like it was going to get up and run away from him after a couple minutes. I'm sure, somewhere in the back of their heads, my parents could sense the brewing storm, but they said nothing at this point. They did say something about an hour later as we were driving to church and my brother nonchalantly coughed a few times and then trumpet-blasted out an ungodly long fart in the back seat of the car. It had to have lifted him a foot in the air. I'm pretty sure his seatbelt locked because of it. It sounded like a dying goose put through a megaphone and ended with a pretty bad gurgling noise. He may well have [bleep] his pants at this point.

Naturally, myself and the youngest brother instantly lose our minds and are howling with laughter while my increasingly-pissed dad is trying to find a parking spot. By that point the smell had ballooned into the entire cabin of the car and my mom was making gagging noises and frantically trying to get all the windows rolled down while the middle kid sat there grinning like an idiot and the other two of us were gasping for air because of fart smell/uncontrollable laughter. It smelled like a carcass in there for days afterwards. It was bad.

So, we finally find a parking spot and my poor dad is trying to get us to take this whole church thing semi-seriously and all three of us have the worst case of the giggles we've had in years. He scolds my brother to not "be disgusting" in church or he's going to be "really angry" and it's "not funny" and finally he just gives up because this is falling on obviously deaf ears for the most part, so he just kind of grabs us all and collectively frog-marches us inside.

Okay, so Catholics/Church goers out there: You guys all know that bit in the Lord's Prayer where it goes "the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory, forever and ever" and the entire congregation goes "Amen"?

So, my brother needed to fart again. He'd been holding this in for the better part of an hour long service at this point, and clearly by about the 45-minute mark he'd come to the realization that I need to fart had become I'm going to fart. He was cognizant of my dad's dire warning to not do this, so in his head he concocted the brilliant plan to time his fart for the "Amen" part, hoping the sound of an entire packed room of people chanting a single syllable would be enough to mask the sound, if maybe not the smell.

So, he went for it.
Problem is, he mistimed it by about a second and a half.
It wound up going like this:
Father: "For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever." Everyone: "Amen." One beat of absolute, total silence. Then, ear-splitting, subwoofer-grade, bucket-of-chum-being-emptied-into-the-ocean five second long fart blast which echoed off the walls in the pin-drop silent room.
It was bad, you guys. It was bad. The smell hit an old lady behind us a few seconds later and she actually gave a sort of panicked grunt and clutched at her face, so there was this horrid fart sound then this poor old lady going "uuuggggh!" and reeling backwards into the pew as the smell of rotting kid fart assaulted her and everyone around her.

My brother is trying to pinch it off pretty desperately, which just makes it worse because it goes from this massive boom to sort of squeaking out like a duck before he finally manages to clench enough to keep it in.

As this is going on, picture three young boys all standing there 100% straight up with looks of absolute neutrality on their faces, because that was us trying unbelievably hard not to totally lose our [bleep] and laugh for the next six straight hours uncontrollably. While we were doing an admirable job of this, all our faces were beet red.

Worse, because my brother had pinched off a bit of fart, he was concentrating so hard on not launching into riotous laughter that his concentration would slip and a little squeak of a fart would slip out. This went on for the next thirty seconds or so, interrupting our poor priest as he tried to continue the sermon.

Every time he tried to finish a sentence you'd hear this little frrt and then a sort of quiet hrrnnng as we tried so, so hard not to laugh. All the while the swamp stench of digested egg was drifting around our pew, and entire families were trying to discretely shuffle away from us.

To my dad's credit, he didn't go ballistic on us when it was over. He just looked disappointed/relieved to be out of there. The three of us did not stop laughing until around dinner, and my dad just kind of gave up on the idea of having some kind of punishment and just decided we weren't going to go back to that church for a while.

It remains the single best farting-in-church thing that has ever happened.

No it's called F A G G O T R Y you taint nibblin butt pirate named Travis. What a ghey name. If you'd clean up that dump you live in you wouldn't have so many pests. LMFAO

I think you just misinterpreted something Gomer.

That must have been before the federal unemployment welfare program?

#earlyretirement

That's the Holy grail ! Sleeping bags makes them last forever.............mmmmmmm

Another brave sock puppet rears its cowardly dead head.

That is the funniest fart story I've ever heard and you told it well. Thanks for the lol.

I didn't write it. I found it on the interwebs several years ago.

Blackfart Blackfart Blackfart, I know you was gone a while but I think you need to catch up Bro.

As an encore….just go ahead and s hit your pants so you can get a really great whiff!!

With all the guys on here who take their fishing seriously, I’m sure I’m not the only one to have discovered the joy of farting in one’s grundens.

Retired now, but I remember a winter cold night shift. My Sgt. was doing ride alongs. He was an idiot. I locked the doors and windows in the patrol car. I let a 4 footer go and turned on the heat full blast. He was over there choking and gagging. He was barely able to grunt out, "take me back to the station". I was peeing down my leg laughing, tears, stomach hurt. One of my finer days of my 26 year career.

I’ve never spent much time contemplating that.

How has Slumlord not mentioned Arby's yet...

When I was much younger my family and I would run in the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco. It was a big deal then, I DGAF about anything SF related now.

12k race, nearly 100,000 participants, so the race is over before some people even cross the starting line. Very crowded, which is where my mom’s story began.

I was a few feet ahead of her, shuffling forward as we waiting for the crowd of racers to thin. One side effect of carbo-loading for my mom was impressive flatulence. I heard her give a little “uh-oh,” then about five seconds later the guy directly behind her gasps “Jesus Christ!” The press of people was too tight so he had to wear the fart cloud until it dissipated.

I still laugh about that.

ROFLMFAO.

I'd like to share a joke about farting - But I've run out of gas.

Well hell yeah. But I haven't been to Mississippi in over 50 years.
I will crop dust the fuqq out of the citiots when they are in the store. Just a little welcome to the neighborhood thing I do when I have the opportunity.

my two pups are rolling some industrial grade silent-but-deadlies right now that i can't top. they are fully the equal of our eldest son's WWE championship belt-level efforts ...

"Right off the bald face of a turd......"

That's why they call it a fart sack.

Our FD turnout pants had a vapor barrier. I swear if you farted in them, when you finally got out of them after a second alarm fire you still had that just baked freshness going on along with a little ball bag sweat mixed in.

And who among us has not tried to light a fart?

Everyone likes their own brand !!!

That's a new one for me. LOL

The lost child appears......