What Was That Sound?
Being the goddamned prince that I am, I thought I would share with youse guys the heretofore secrets of dealing with those snotty looks (or worse) that often follow a bit of healthy bowel windage.
1. “Damned floorboards squeak. We should call the floor guy and have him fix that.â€
2. “I wonder if there are squirrels in the house. We should call an exterminator and check that shit out.â€
3. “Must be that annoying kid down the block running his motorized scooter down the street. Damned thing is a motor vehicle, and he’s too young to have a license. We should call the cops.â€
4. “The guy next door must have his 400-watt powered woofers in his car cranked up to 10.â€
5. “Did someone just open a door? Damned hinges need some WD-40.â€
6. “Geese! They fly south at this time.â€
7. “That wasn’t a fart. It was my stomach gurgling. I’ll concede to it being a pre-fart.â€
8. “No way was that a fart. See? It doesn’t stink.â€
9. “Must be the dog. No, wait. We no longer have a dog. Damned floorboards.â€
10. “What was that? I can’t believe you did that. Gross.â€
You’re welcome.
I usually claim to have stepped on a frog.
Comment by Dave Merriman — February 21, 2010 @ 2:51 am
“Monkey! Shame on you!”
Before we were adopted by Monkey, I had goldfish who apparently were jet-powered, from all they were blamed for. Although sometimes I tag it to whoever is on TV at the time…”Damn, Regis, see a doctor, will you?”
Comment by LeeAnn — February 21, 2010 @ 7:39 am
My son blames it on the mysterious and rare Barking Spider.
“Who stepped on a duck?” is my fave.
Comment by Joan of Argghh! — February 21, 2010 @ 9:20 am
“Heretofore!” A great word, and we both used it on the same day…and, if one really uses their imagination, it is potentially an onomatopoeia for a very sophisticated sounding, tri-syllabic anal trump.
Comment by Erica — February 21, 2010 @ 9:59 am
“Hear that?, that cost $150 at [INSERT RESTAURANT].
Wait for the sound sensation!!!
Comment by keeskennis — February 21, 2010 @ 11:37 am
“Barking spider. They’re not poisonous, but they’re known for the bad breath.”
“Oh, listen! the mating call of the south Louisiana swamp elk!”
Comment by mostly cajun — February 21, 2010 @ 12:35 pm
The cat did it!…..Here, pull my finger!
Comment by dudley1 — February 21, 2010 @ 2:22 pm
I’m proud to say…I can poot and cut the cheese with the best…don’t know what a fart is.
Comment by Yabu — February 21, 2010 @ 7:05 pm
Sometimes I let one rip that could peel paint. And I have no sense of smell. The ultimate weapon.
Comment by Jerry in Indiana — February 21, 2010 @ 8:36 pm
Mommy…….do farts have lumps?
Comment by johndeerebilly — February 21, 2010 @ 10:39 pm
Around here, ducks and geese and frogs better scurry… lest they be stepped on.
“Aw, quit complaining. It was only a sugar fart.”
There once was a farter from Sparta,
A really magnificent farter,
On the strength of one bean,
He’d fart “God Save the Queen,”
And Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
Comment by Elisson — February 22, 2010 @ 11:44 am
I unfortunately ate a fried egg before a funeral on Saturday. It was the most miserable 2 hours of my life. My eldest said, “Mom, why didn’t you just let it go and then blame all the old people that were around you? That’s what I would have done…” Nice.
Comment by Bou — February 23, 2010 @ 7:13 pm