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:thumbsup::thankyou::rofl:That dude is funny


I like the part about his father clearing his throat. I don't ever remember hearing my father fart but my mother, Italian, (OTB Italian), cut the cheese on a regular basis. I always thought it sounded gross, not like normal farts. I swore my farts would never sound like that and then guess what? When I hit that age, it was deja vu, my sphincter descended from the same genetics, I inherited the same sounding farts. :mad::BangHead::BangHead:
 
I like the part about his father clearing his throat. I don't ever remember hearing my father fart but my mother, Italian, (OTB Italian), cut the cheese on a regular basis. I always thought it sounded gross, not like normal farts. I swore my farts would never sound like that and then guess what? When I hit that age, it was deja vu, my sphincter descended from the same genetics, I inherited the same sounding farts. :mad::BangHead::BangHead:
Women FART??? What??? My first 2 wives swore that never happened.
 
I like the part about his father clearing his throat. I don't ever remember hearing my father fart but my mother, Italian, (OTB Italian), cut the cheese on a regular basis. I always thought it sounded gross, not like normal farts. I swore my farts would never sound like that and then guess what? When I hit that age, it was deja vu, my sphincter descended from the same genetics, I inherited the same sounding farts. :mad::BangHead::BangHead:
Must be an Italian thing then .... my great grandfather, grandfather, father, myself and my kids seem to fart more than anyone else I know! Regardless of what we eat!
 
Must be an Italian thing then .... my great grandfather, grandfather, father, myself and my kids seem to fart more than anyone else I know! Regardless of what we eat!


In college I dated a guy who was Italian on his mothers side and Portuguese on his fathers side. 7 kids, ALL master farters.
 
I like the part about his father clearing his throat. I don't ever remember hearing my father fart but my mother, Italian, (OTB Italian), cut the cheese on a regular basis. I always thought it sounded gross, not like normal farts. I swore my farts would never sound like that and then guess what? When I hit that age, it was deja vu, my sphincter descended from the same genetics, I inherited the same sounding farts. :mad::BangHead::BangHead:
Thought about that the other day......I sound just like my dad did now. lol
 
the reason is simple . they dont stop talking long enough to build up pressure :rofl:


Not true. I'm talented - I can fart and talk at the same time. I can even enunciate with farts. It can really help make a point when necessary.
 
In college I dated a guy who was Italian on his mothers side and Portuguese on his fathers side. 7 kids, ALL master farters.
I can see Master-farter... Father-farter..... but.... Mutha-farter !! Vulgarity !!
 
if you ever come back up give me a shootout plenty of room
 
Women "fluff", or so THEY call it. Still a damn fart!! As a grandfather to 4, ya gotta do the "PULL MY FINGER" FART with the grandkids, bringing laughs to little ones for generations!!
 
My X could fart with the best of them.....and have no idea what mix she was.....:D
 
Women "fluff", or so THEY call it. Still a damn fart!! As a grandfather to 4, ya gotta do the "PULL MY FINGER" FART with the grandkids, bringing laughs to little ones for generations!!


I have a collection of these, large and small. I gave one to my Pastor one Christmas and he said he couldn't get it away from his grand kids. I also have 3 fart pianos and an arsenal of Whoopi cushions. Fluff? That's for marshmallows.

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if you ever come back up give me a shootout plenty of room


Thanks, it's on my bucket list. When I was in college we used to go up to the White Mountains every weekend during the summer. I've climbed to the top of Mt Washington more times than I can remember. One year we went up the south side and made arrangements to come down the north side. I'll never do that again, ever. Done the Presidential Range many many times.
I learned to drive in my best HS friends 69 Pontiac Bonneville. We used to drive to the beaches in NH during the summer. They weren't crowded like the retarded beaches in MA.
I don't miss the snow.
 
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