"Colours of the Wind"
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I was in this 11-seater van, all seated nice and enjoying the air conditioning.
Sekali, one guy spoke up "excuse me, that was me." We were like
We didn't hear any sound so suspected it was the silencer kind.
We held our breath!
Actually, when I exhale and inhale again, I didn't smell any bahwu ley. But I mean, will you :
1. readily/openly admit that you pass wind in front of people
2. keep quiet and act blur
or
3. pretend to look around in disgust?
I am option 2
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If silent then 2 or 3 lor, then if got noise, depends on anyone hear it ...
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Option 4: Wrinkle your nose, scowl at the person next to you while muttering, "That's disgusting!" and enjoy the flabbergasted look on his face.
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Originally posted by Meia Gisborn:Option 4: Wrinkle your nose, scowl at the person next to you while muttering, "That's disgusting!" and enjoy the flabbergasted look on his face.
Lucky I didn't buy my lunch from the mall. Extra "seasoning"
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Silence.
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I follow the following three rules:
Silent, deadly, swift.
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normally i will try to control hehe
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I'll pretend and act blur if I can't control
But usually I control -
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simple... let go silently, stare at someone else with pure evil and disgust while holding your nose
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Oh, I've got a plastic bag scotch-taped to my bottom so I can let go all I want and be unnoticeable (something like a breathing mask, but at the other end).
Whenever its filled up, I just go somewhere remote and open the bag.
I typically use cheap bags (like NTUC Fairprice kind) for this purpose, recycle extensively for environmental-friendliness. -
Actually we all know now that the person holding the nose or looking irritated is the culprit
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No need to be shy. We all know you wear the crown!!!Originally posted by Fatum:*................................ ............................
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Originally posted by the Bear:simple... let go silently, stare at someone else with pure evil and disgust while holding your nose
Oh, this is brutal!!! -
Do you sell them?Originally posted by gentlerock:Oh, I've got a plastic bag scotch-taped to my bottom so I can let go all I want and be unnoticeable (something like a breathing mask, but at the other end).
Whenever its filled up, I just go somewhere remote and open the bag.
I typically use cheap bags (like NTUC Fairprice kind) for this purpose, recycle extensively for environmental-friendliness. I don't mind to buy some. I'm sure I can put "it" to some/good use! 
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Erm, as in some personal real life experience?Originally posted by elindra:Actually we all know now that the person holding the nose or looking irritated is the culprit -
my fren buay pai seh...farted loudly nvr say sry nor will SHE look embarrassed even crowded places also fart...
she has de mentality of "wan fart den fart..." -
Just act blur.
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hey rockeygirl.. been ages.. how have you been?
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Blame the dog.
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so Joe was invited to dinner with his girl's family...
at the dinner table, Joe was wracked with gas building up.. he held it the best he could..
but after 10 minutes, he let one rip..
the father said "Rover...!"
Joe was thinking.. they think it's Rover the dog sitting under my chair.. this is good.. i can let go if i can't hold it in anymore...
after about 5 minutes more, Joe was bloated again.. and let rip...
the father cried out, "ROVER!"
Joe was thinking.. this is great.. the dog's getting all the blame...
he let rip again after 10 minutes...
the father again cried out. "Rover!"
Joe thought.. okay.. i think there isn't anymore..
however, he again let rip the 4th time...
this time, the father cried out "Rover! get away from Joe before he shits on you!" -
wah dat farty fren of mine is call joelin and joe for short and her dog is also call rover!Originally posted by the Bear:so Joe was invited to dinner with his girl's family...
at the dinner table, Joe was wracked with gas building up.. he held it the best he could..
but after 10 minutes, he let one rip..
the father said "Rover...!"
Joe was thinking.. they think it's Rover the dog sitting under my chair.. this is good.. i can let go if i can't hold it in anymore...
after about 5 minutes more, Joe was bloated again.. and let rip...
the father cried out, "ROVER!"
Joe was thinking.. this is great.. the dog's getting all the blame...
he let rip again after 10 minutes...
the father again cried out. "Rover!"
Joe thought.. okay.. i think there isn't anymore..
however, he again let rip the 4th time...
this time, the father cried out "Rover! get away from Joe before he shits on you!" -
title reminds me of pocahontas's song