Daffodils Look Lovely
Fortunately we have the freedom to choose what we look at. If only we could choose what we smell as well.
posted by Iceman at 10:53 AM
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Fortunately we have the freedom to choose what we look at. If only we could choose what we smell as well.
10 Comments:
Are you trying to tell me that OTHER PEOPLE'S farts bother you? Or did you say FARGE!!!!
I thought "farge" was the euphemism for "fuck," and "flatulance" was used by those offended by the word "fart."
Anyway, I don't know why one person's fart would smell any worse than another's unless the former had just eaten at the In and Out Burger, and the latter was a vegitarian.
On that note, here's a philosophical question to ponder: do you think that some people actually become vegitarians, because they don't want their farts to stink as much?
I don't know, I'm just happy to be looking at daffodils rather than oso blancos ass exam.
Dude have you ever been around cabbage or brussel sprout eaters?
hey ice,
those daffodils look like yellow butts.
Who Said Farge
by the way is a number one hit single in The Guay...
it was coined in a moment of frustration as a mix of obscenities blended together and came out of my mouth...2005.
The only time I was ever around cabbage eaters I was ejected from the restaurant for swimming naked in the pool.
I said Farge. Was this swimming pool in Minnesota?
No dude, this swimming pool was at an expensive restaurant in Cuernavaca, Mexico. I was there as a dinner guest of the high school principal.
The cabbage eaters were hot Russian chicks at a nearby table.
I consumed too much scotch, which consequently I do not drink anymore. I was reportedly muttering something about woodland nymphs when I was escorted out.
Ironically, I was not fired. The principal thought it was funny.
DId you try to check out the cabbage eaters farts. Massive amounts of scotch or any hard liker can do strange things to one. I don;t know if you remember that night in Rincon when pollo and X were completely useless and I (the one that didn't know where the fuck I was had to drive home and pour them into bed.I think they were drinking vodka poured by a very insidious bartender.
It's pretty hard to get ejected from a bar in PR. I wonder what would have ultimately happened to them had you not been there.
I still maintain, however, that different forms of alcohol affect one's behavior differently, at least mine.
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