There’s a reason you never trust a fart after the age of fifty.
One Of The Many Mysteries Of Aging
Bustednuckles
Documenting The Death Of America
There’s a reason you never trust a fart after the age of fifty.
We call that an NTAF moment.
You really don’t want any of those moments.
I did that the other night. Glued my gonads to one of my thighs.
You might want to cut back on the cheese and hot sauce there Texson…
My wife had to leave the room as I cleaned up with a plastic spoon and some old newspapers. She said something about her eyes burning. Probably dirty contacts or allergies.
The asshole truly is the smartest part of your body. It has to make split second decisions, sometimes under tremendous pressure.
HTR
The ‘fizzy toots’, forever immortalized on that shopping day after Thanksgiving.
Heretoafter known as ‘Brown Friday’…
I ordered up a fart on my way into work yesterday, it cam with a complimentary side of gravey.
Especially if one no longer has their gallbladder. EVERY time, it’s a crap shoot…all pun intended.
You never know if it’s just a fart, or if it’s bringing company.
Nothing worse than a good fart with a lump in it to ruin your day.
That’s the truth. Nothing like having to do the “duck walk” all the way to the shithouse with a tablespoon of “peanut butter” between the ol ass cheeks.
That’s SOLID GOLD right there Phil! 😂😂😂
Sometimes all three at the same time.
As a kid had a funny old timer neighbor, he called it “the drizzlin shits”
Splatter crap.
Why am I laughing like an 11 year old…?
Because it’s never happened to you…………but it will.
Gamble and lose. The odds change big-time as you age.
Always wear brown pants. And brown socks and shoes.
NO shorts.