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The proper term is "flatulence", but I didn't think many of you would understand that term.
This is a delicate topic, especially when you are on the sending end, originator, of this horrid pestilence!!
I had a date lined up, but the night before the occasion I drank 12 beers, ate a 12 inch pizza - with extra cheese, had a side dish of refried beans with 12 mozzarella sticks, and for dessert I had a 12 ounce bar of Hershey chocolate w/Almonds - finishing off with 12 ounces of tomato juice.
Needless to say it wasn't a good morning, or day, night or week!!!!
I had a bad case of the "hibby jibbies" and it was not within my powers to overcome such attacks, since I was the culprit of such indulgence!!
So I succumbed to the powers within and decided, based on sound judgment, that it was best not to have her endure my internal suffering and thus canceled the date that night.
I told her that I was physically ill but that my spirit was willing, so I rescheduled the date, for a more convenient time, she agreed. As I was on the phone I tried to hold in my intestinal grievances but I was powerless and a few awkward sounds escaped, I fear loud enough for her to hear and pass judgment against me - it was not a good second impression.
The odor of my farting activity was so bad that I bought a car deodorizer - "evergreen fresh" and pinned it to my nose! Hell, that made it worse - it made it smell as if I was in a forest of dying vegetation mixed with rotting entrails! It was so bad a few days later that I had to cancel the second date, to her chagrin, and to my demise! She didn't want to see me anymore - she said that she smelled something "'fishy" with my avoidances. I told her, "Baby, it has nothing to with fish!!!" She didn't get the inside joke - she hung up on me!
Have you guys ever experienced such a self-inflicting misfortune?
This is a delicate topic, especially when you are on the sending end, originator, of this horrid pestilence!!
I had a date lined up, but the night before the occasion I drank 12 beers, ate a 12 inch pizza - with extra cheese, had a side dish of refried beans with 12 mozzarella sticks, and for dessert I had a 12 ounce bar of Hershey chocolate w/Almonds - finishing off with 12 ounces of tomato juice.
Needless to say it wasn't a good morning, or day, night or week!!!!
I had a bad case of the "hibby jibbies" and it was not within my powers to overcome such attacks, since I was the culprit of such indulgence!!
So I succumbed to the powers within and decided, based on sound judgment, that it was best not to have her endure my internal suffering and thus canceled the date that night.
I told her that I was physically ill but that my spirit was willing, so I rescheduled the date, for a more convenient time, she agreed. As I was on the phone I tried to hold in my intestinal grievances but I was powerless and a few awkward sounds escaped, I fear loud enough for her to hear and pass judgment against me - it was not a good second impression.
The odor of my farting activity was so bad that I bought a car deodorizer - "evergreen fresh" and pinned it to my nose! Hell, that made it worse - it made it smell as if I was in a forest of dying vegetation mixed with rotting entrails! It was so bad a few days later that I had to cancel the second date, to her chagrin, and to my demise! She didn't want to see me anymore - she said that she smelled something "'fishy" with my avoidances. I told her, "Baby, it has nothing to with fish!!!" She didn't get the inside joke - she hung up on me!
Have you guys ever experienced such a self-inflicting misfortune?
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