To pass a law, the Queen must fart. Only then will it have royal ass scent.
It’s easier to fake a drug test than urea lies.
Choking on fruit? Call the pear-emetics.
Adult diapers for the swimming pool: Deep ends.
When the enemy attacks, build toilets! We will need more for-defecations.
Parisians in an uproar about open air urinals? Eau de humanity!
Gum makes me sneeze. A chew.
Until you catch a whiff of your own farts, you will never have any scents of who you are.
A lynch mob chased after a flatulent Thomas Hardy, an incident which inspired his great novel, Fart From the Madding Crowd.
Sure, I’m overweight and flatulent – but is that so flabber gas sting?