If someone dropped there guts next to me on the train, I would be sure to let them know about it! Probably fart on their head
But how would you know it was them. See there are so many people on the train, that it is difficult to know exactly who owns it. Thats why there is a code of silence, because you do not want to accuse the wrong person.
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Ah yes. Farts. What a lovely topic. I could share in this topic! My wife. When she's sleeping I get my revenge for all the day's nagging by sneaking under the blankets while she's sleeping and "letting one rip" ! ... I then gently pull the blankets up over her to just below eye level but above nose level. This is called the "Dutch Oven" ... Sometimes I watch while her eyes water in her sleep but if it's a ghastly one she sputters and chokes, mumbles obsceneties at me and falls back asleep. She never remembers this. She does remember the time I gently slid our farting stinking dog under her blankets though and tried to replicate the maneuver on her. Needless to say I ended up on the couch that night!
This is a hilarious thread. My dog farts alot while in bed and my Daughter hates it. Some times I tell her I did the deed so she want throw Duchess out of bed. Me Bad!
Now that train farting experience has brought back some gruseome memories of a train trip i had. It didnt involve farts, actually something much worse and very ghastly. I advise viewer caution before reading the following true tale. Although very slightly off topic, it is related and is only suitable for those with a strong stomach...... I got onto my train in a hurry as i had been running late and just managed to jump aboard. Now back then the train carriages were small with just a long seat against each wall and a door to get in/out of... As i took my seat for the journey, something caught my eye. There sitting opposite me on the seat was something, my mind raced for a second. Was it a wallet left behind or a mobile phone? No the horrifying truth hit me as my widening eyes and identifyed the present left by a previous commuter. There on the seat was a perfectly coiled shit. A pile of dung that was fascinatingly well formed but equally stomach churning. The force of the stench hit me at this moment and i realised i was trapped in a train carriage with a reasonably fresh turd that had been shat out i would say within the last ten minutes. Someone had obviously decided not to wait to sit upon a toilet but to just release the foul contents of their arse onto the train seat! By now the train was pulling into the next station! I jumped to my feet and got ready to open the door. Horrifyingly, the train pulled to a halt in front of a group of people all eager to jump into my carriage. I jumped from the train and fled the area but not quickly enough to not hear the screams of disgust and the false accusuations that as i was running away, i had done this terrible deed. Friends, please dont have a gruesome experience like me and study each train carriage before jumping aboard!