Monday, December 8, 2014

From the CSU-Chico Orion. The Fart Story.

The other day I was asking my professor if I could use the word “dick” — meaning a jerk — in my final project because it rhymed. Someone overheard and yelled out to the rest of the class that I was asking about dicks. I looked up and just nodded and laughed.

I wasn’t always this way. I used to cry and hide if I tripped or said something embarrassing. Life was miserable. Then one day, it all changed. It changed because of a fart.

The rest.


  1. Yaro had his "air."

  2. I'm reminded of the title Flanders & Swann gave to their parody of a Mozart horn concerto: Ill Wind.

  3. What, no English proffies to quote Ode Tae A Fart by *cough* Robert Burns?

    Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
    lurks in yer belly efter a feastie
    Nae matter whit yi try an dae
    Abody`s gonnae hiv tae pay
    Even if you try to stifle
    Its like a bullet oot a rifle
    Haud yer bum tight to the chair
    to try an stop the leakin air
    Shoogle yersel fae cheek to cheek
    An pray tae god it disnae leak
    Oot it comes like a clap o` thunder
    Ricochets aroon the room michty me like a sonic boom
    God aw michty it fairly reeks,hope I huvnae shit ma breeks!!!!

    (there's more, but I thought I'd spare you the rest)


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