Beethoven’s flatulence gave him great pleasure. So he penned Odour to Joy.
farts
If you fart on a sheep, don’t worry — I’ll still hold ewe in ass steam.
Passing gas takes courage, aka intestinal fartitude.
Fart in my hotel room – toot suite!
Wildebeest farts are a gnu’s scents.
I am a professional flatulence-connoisseur. I enjoy fartisan whines. I am, as the French say, a smmelier.
To pass a law, the Queen must fart. Only then will it have royal ass scent.
Saskatchewan has huge methane reserves – it must be one of the flatus places on Earth.
Eating beans before a tennis match? You will find yourself Agassi opponent.
A farting, spinning ungulate is the sign of a gnu whirled odor.


