Proof that your girlfriend plays the gluteal tuba.
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You may have never heard/smelt her, but why would beano® advertise in Ladies Home Journal if she wasn't floating air biscuits on the sly? The dilemma of course is how to craft an inverted burp remedy message to the fairer sex. Here, an imaginary unsigned letter to 'Cauliflower' is utilized. Love the image, right, of Cauliflower dipping our honking heroine.
previously in "female" posts:
1. Twat The Hell?
2. Ladies, do you love shoes more than wildlife itself?
3. The Great Wall of New York.
4. Butch Cassidy sez: Bang your husband. Eat your greens.
related: beano jingle.
posted by copyranter @ 11:30 AM
12 Comments:
my girl made a cabbage soup last night. i had never before heard her blast one until about 3am this morning...i think the sheets may have jumped up.
Fucking prudes.
People should embrace and take pride in their flatulent prowess.
Candor will lead to grudging respect, a healthy colon and far more privacy.
Hear hear, Anon! I proudly clear all the neighboring cubes after lunch and love every second of sweet, sweet solitude.
This ad: Is this seriously the best way these people could sell anti-fart pills to women? I'd use a chocolate-dipped thong before this weak-ass thing.
oh, you mean heroine. i was trying to figure that one out, and not knowing much about heroin, i thought, okay, you can dip heroin and maybe it helps gas? they need to change the name if they want women to buy it.
(oops) thank you, archeress...
First: women only glow.
Second: imagine being the illustrator. Do you add that to the portfolio or no?
My woman does not pass the methane.....EVER. She promised me that if a flatulous occasion occured in the future, that it would be delivered directly to my nasal passages - as to return the favor that I have been giving daily for 8 years now.
Men naturally produce gastrointestinal gasses with increased frequency do to their chemical make up. That, and we like beans and beer.
Happy Day- you are a blogging champion in my book! Nice work here.
Speedcat Hollydale; MN
"My woman does not pass the methane...EVER."
Sounds like an angel.
An angel that has you completely bamboozled.
But she's not an angel, she's a woman, right?
She farts!
anyone who believes that women can't rip one has never lived with a pregnant woman.
I prefer my healthy colon to be private.
Just sayin.
Funny. I just had a conversation about this with my ex-bf a couple weeks ago. He said that in 10 years together, he heard me fart one night in my sleep. We also agreed that in 10 years together there was probably 1 night where he DIDN'T fart.
Oh dear God. Thank you for the air biscuits descriptor - that is a new one on me.
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