h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Just had an idea.

Do we need a guide on farting - causes and effects, attitudes in different societies, etiquette etc?

well, the guide should be all-inclusive...

"Flatulence in Modern Times"
it would definitely have to be a collaborative but would probably be fun to write.
(no, i'm not volunteering)

is the subject already addressed somewhere?

*sighs and prays to St. Flatulencia*

Ask, and the guide will deliver:
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Enjoy.

"There is no difference in the chemistry of male and female digestion, hence men and women emit the same amounts of gas. However, men apparently have more fun doing it."
that's an understatement!
i love the bit about the "dutch oven"... could put a whole new spin on this conversation.

Reminds me of a recent conversation on h22 where the subject of flatulence and methane came up. If was in respect of the demise of the Dinosaurs when it was suggested that with all the herbervours there were around, the amount of methane produced must have been enormous. One spark and whoosh - the whole lot went?


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Stuart

*ahem* *cnofesses to fart in elevators, by no reason understood*

Funny, I was under the impression that many women can't achieve orgasm because the man doesn't know what he's doing...

My wife makes a very tasty lentil soup. When she makes it, like everything else, she makes way too much, and she's too picky to do her part in eating leftovers most of the time, so it falls to me.

Once upon a time I ate lentil soup for three days straight, and we went to play racketball. There we were, in a sealed room, when I was struck by the worst case of flatulence in human history. I kept dodging out of the room every few minutes to let one fly in the hallway. My wife finally figured out what was going on when they started escaping me during play... I'd be in the back of the court while she was up front serving, one would slip out, and a couple strokes later she'd chase the ball into the back and stop dead in her tracks.

At first she was mad and I was apologetic, but it didn't take very long for her to realize that I had very little control over the situation. It got to the point where her laughter was stopping her dead in her tracks more than the smell was. Her eyes were tearing too, but I can't be sure if that was a byproduct of the laughter or the fumes.

Anyway, it was not our best athletic performance.

Ahh, nothing like a good fart story.

Lentil soup huh? *scribbles on notepad*

Incog removes lentil soup from romantic dinner menu.

Like a good fart story then, how about this one?

I used to do some parachuting in the Army in Germany. After an evening of imbibing of Germany’s celebrated contribution the human race the evening before the stage was set for the best farting competition ever.

Take six parachutists, bellies full of German beer, pack them tightly into a Cessna 180 and take them to 7,000 feet. Because of the reduction in ambient air pressure, results where guaranteed. There was not a chance of refusal in the door, even the pilot was weighing up the consequences of staying where he was or leaving the aircraft, and he had no parachute.

Stuart

I can recommend 'Cream of Jerusalem Artichoke Soup' as fuel for prolific and pungent flatulence.

the aftermath of corned beef and cabbage will clear a room, and quite possibly an entire house.

Going back to the topic question, are we talking regular backdoor farts or their front door counterparts?

Front-door counterparts don't get started until after the fact, so I assume we're talking about the rear exit.

Until after WHO is fact?