And why not? I'm a guy, so... amiright? "Ripping a big one," "tearing ass," "rolling down under thunder"... etc., really is a sacred rite of passage for males. It's the closest we ever get to giving birth, so... yeah. It's not just a joke to us, it's in our psyches. You want proof? I cite the 1996 movie Jack as a reference, where the "grownup kid" (Robin Williams I think), when asked for a "manly rip," farts into a tin can and the boys all go throw a lid on it to keep it fresh, pass it around, and then drop a lit match into it to light it on FIRE (the first time I learned this was possible), and it goes Fpoof! Aww-right! That stupid movie taught me many important life lessons I forgot, but that was the takeaway for me: that farts are downright awesome... magical even.... but most importantly... taboo!
Oh yes. Farts are "dirty" and "evil" and "good people don't do them." They were equal to doing things like playing with Ouija boards or finding a girlie stash... things you do in secret, under the cover of darkness (or just under the covers), and only with friends you could be "evil" with. And as such, they were out to pollute our minds and corrupt our ways! Mwahahaaha!! (To be fair though, they are the easiest way to summon some form of demon.) Heck, even just the word was an incantation... "fart"... the
Unfortunately, I was alone when the infamous monster fart I named the "Big One" was born (of course I would've preferred it in my brother's face, but no such luck that time). And yes, I named my farts. "Big One," "Gigantor," "Uh-oh!"...etc. I was 10 at the time, and one day for some reason saw me crippled with abundant gas, so I decided to have that terminated. I was in the basement when it hit me, either coming in from the yard or going out (I can't remember which) and decided to get it over with right then and there where no one would see and hear, and where the aftermath would be least hazardous to innocent bystanders minutes or even hours later.
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Even though there wasn't much smell to it, I did close the basement doors on my way out and just walked away whistling. Yes soon after that my mom passed through there on her way out to the backyard, so once again, sorry mom, your oldest son was just experiencing his coming of age and the joy of giving birth all rolled into one!
Anyway, though glad to be rid of it, I was moved to see it go, even though I knew there'd always be more where it came from. And there were, and are, but few have been as awesome. My pants must've fit a little better that day. And as our farting hero "Jack" so well put it before dropping one so bad it made another kid faint when he pealed back the lid: "Out demon spirit!" Maybe I've matured somewhat, but I've outgrown nothing.
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ReplyDeleteAs a guy can confirm... funniest shit i ever read
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