If there is a more effective step-by-step illustration of the bean-to-fart process, I’d like to see it.
(Via Laughing Squid)
This is perfect. When I was a kid, because I had a very firm, grounded sense of my own body, I thought that poops were little animals that were all just sort of hanging out in your body until they were ready to be released from their temporary poop-housing and live in the toilet. I thought farts were their pets.
I will never stop reading this.
Yeah, we’ve all made a valiant effort this week but now we can rest assured knowing that old man fatima has posted the perfect comment.
I think I speak for everyone when I say that this is the reason this blog was created. For this perfect, perfect post.
Right? Where do we even go from here?
Thank you. Thank you, fatima. forever.
“I thought farts were their pets” may actually be my favorite sentence ever written in the English language.
Fun(?) fact: the French word for fart is “pet”. Not to kill the magic, but I grew up in a bilingual household, and now that I think about it this might have had something to do with it.
This is from Men’s Health? Typical! Why would anything about farts ever be of interest to a lady, after all? I know I’ve certainly never farted. I’m not even sure I understand what farts are!
Women’s Health’s version is “How a bean becomes a dozen fresh, dewy roses.”
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