Seen in Print

[robert.]

[MurphOnMillerAve]

More horror! Yeegods!

[Rufus T. Firefly]

[MurphOnMillerAve]

He seems very serious in his focus. Maybe he's writing his name, or the dog's.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

[rogruth]

That is getting harder to do. The keeping calm part. Dreaming has gotten a little easier.

[HONDO74]

[rogruth]

I wasn'tdreaming of that but it is an interesting position she has herself in. Could be much more useful for a different venture.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

I don't recall ever meeting any girls like that when I was in high school or college. Maybe I led a sheltered life.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

I don't recall ever meeting any girls like that when I was in high school or college.

Did you ever want to?

Maybe I led a sheltered life.

Possibly; almost certainly as almost everyone has been sheltered from something, sometime.....

[HONDO74]

I don't recall ever meeting any girls like that when I was in high school or college. Maybe I led a sheltered life.

Not the same girls today or as Rufuss would say Parenting makes the difference.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

I don't recall ever meeting any girls like that when I was in high school or college. Maybe I led a sheltered life.

Not the same girls today or as Rufuss would say Parenting makes the difference.

It might; it could, it can't hurt........but I guess that you have a better explanation and/or target to blame..... I'll revise mine and go with grey aliens.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Parenting , or the lack of it, didn't inspire that activity .
And no, I'd never have cared to meet somebody of that particular playfulness.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Inspire, but good parenting might influence her to possess and exhibit far better judgement.........or course a trip to the ER and explanation thereat may encourage better judgement as well.

But it's all caused by grey aliens.....rampant in S. Jersey, you know.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Now that I think back, I did have a Freshman Year dorm-mate (next room down the hall) who enjoyed being pretty gaseous and took to lighting farts, with his blasting away at returning floor-mates, especially on Saturday nights. On one memorable occasion, he had apparently stored-up too much gas, held a lighter to his rear end , which was held at an angle towards all who gawked at his canon, and blasted a good portion of his intestine across the room against a wall.

Since he had, also, established the custom of keeping an old sofa in his room for the specific purpose of letting a gaggle of hamsters nest in it, so he could take one in his hands, douse it with lighter fluid , and toss its screaming, living ball-of-fire out his 3rd flor dorm room window at returning building-mates who had dates.

The second time he did that, a certain several of us reported his actions to the dean of students , but Nutcase was not expelled, since his father apparently was a big contributor to the financial well-being of the college.

After that, we avoided him, which meant he found himself largely isolated. He left the school on his own accord, in short order.

That's the closest I've ever been to a fart lighter.