Dating isn't easy at any age, especially when you have a heart the size of Texas. But I still have hope that there's a guy confident enough who can handle a little gas eking out when he squeezes the Charmin.
OK. It's time to get honest up in this piece. Can we get real for a minute? You know how everybody waxes rhapsodic about how good a newborn baby smells?
I'm always surprised the first time one of my sweet little two year olds would answer, "did you toot?" with "I fink the dog did it." It seemed to be a natural developmental stage they passed through since they certainly didn't learn it from their Father or myself and it was before they started grade school.
And then it happened. On the Fourth of July, while fireworks lit up the sky, popping and crackling in the air, my dad's internal organs opened up with explosives of their own. Our family cheers rivaled those of the partygoers on the street.
Since having children, I've noticed that my vagina has taken on a duel persona. Persona #1: a normal vagina. Persona #2: a flaccid balloon.
Good news for Comingsoon.net's Joshua Starnes. He can recycle his critique of Pitch Perfect (2012) for its sequel: "Pitch Perfect isn't particularly bad. It isn't particularly anything. And that's what's most disappointing about it."
I decided to sit up, run some fingers through my matted hair, and, at the very least, cross my legs delicately at the ankle -- even if it felt like I was giving birth to Balrog triplets. And that's when it happened. A fart with the supernova velocity and resonance of the Hella Supertone Air Horn unexpectedly erupted from me.
Many writers are opposed to writing for free, and I don't blame them. But, sometimes a silly blog submitted on a prominent site can result in unexpected income. Some writers will scoff at the lack of literary value of my humorous blogs. But for now, I'll just walk to the bank, farting all the way.
All I have to show for my hard work is an unfinished script and a butt rash screaming for A&D ointment. Curses on HBO Access. Sharts to all involved in this evil scheme to build me up and flush my dreams down the toilet.
Farting and belching are the great levelers and if you are certain that "beans, beans the musical fruit/the more you eat, the more you toot" applies to everyone, then you can be sure that humanity rather than titles or talents is what really unites our race.
I've been married for a little over six months now, and as comfortable as I am around my husband Robby, I still can't bring myself to burp or fart in front of him.
As a physician and a researcher, I always like to know the source of health advice. Just because something is published in a science journal or reported on the news doesn't mean it's true. You need to look at how a study is designed, as well as decide if it seems to make sense. Here's some health advice that you should think twice about.
Whoopi Goldberg's recent embarrassment on live T.V. brought to mind the most difficult conversation I ever had in the workplace.
I share this true but pathetic story to commiserate with other tortured souls who relentlessly endure and survive extreme humiliation. We're a group of accident-prone fools who regularly trigger embarrassing situations that would permanently traumatize a normal person.
How many times has your wife, husband or significant other asked, "did you fart?" You are at the wheel heading out to the beach. It's a cloudless Augu...