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ORIGINAL: xssve

Oh farting? Shit, I became addicted to Watneys draught and hot wings for a time many years ago, served at this local Cantina I frequented - you cannot truly understand the horrific magnitude of the resulting chemical reaction which took place in my bowels. It was like the special effects from a movie: typically, the louder they are, the less they smell, while the silent but deadly variety are usually difficult for even the most dignified to ignore - but these had cabinet rattling volume and hair raising stench, of monumental height, width, and depth, and they simply refused to be held back, but would simply burst forth with no warning. It was quite unbelievable, the only good part about it was that it was so over top that people couldn't help but laugh through the tears.

After a couple of incidents, the last one in a drug store which seemed to go on forever, but was probably only Six or Seven seconds, where everybody in the store stopped and turned around to look, then began jerking their heads spastically, clawing at their faces and dodging away as the miasma inexorably spread. I had choice after that but to forgo drinking Watneys and eating those hot wings forever, although I crave that delectable combination to this day.

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ORIGINAL: LadyHibiscus

I love IPA's!

Alcohol and I are Not Friends, so I rarely have it, but I like aggressive beer. Still pondering that HopSlam. $16.99 for a six pack of longnecks.. eeh.

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ORIGINAL: hausboy

nothing compares to the car fart: eating a pack of slim jims chased by mountain dew on a road trip.  I had to pull over--gassed myself out. 

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ORIGINAL: hausboy

OMG Frosted Flake--WHERE is that photo from?  hilarious.

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ORIGINAL: Ninebelowzero

back in the days of young & stoopid we used to have Alethons. 11am-11pm draught beer not lager or shots or whine just beer. The record was 72 pints. I only ever topped 50 once & had a terrible job remembering anything.