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	<title>Comments on: Thunderous belch</title>
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	<description>What's happened to you on the bus?</description>
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		<title>By: Madrias</title>
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		<dc:creator>Madrias</dc:creator>
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		<description>Just as good as the Monster Fart I, uh, experienced in my last bus ride.

Sitting there on the bus, got that lovely urge that says, &quot;You need to fart.  You will fart. NOW!&quot;  I throw the window open as far as I can, grip the seat with both hands (I have, on 2 occasions, lifted from chairs and seats with these farts, and I can feel when one is gonna happen), and let rip.

The driver spoke into the microphone, &quot;Whoever is ripping open the seat cushions, please stop that.&quot;

His mistake.  Half the bus cracks up, my fart didn&#039;t escape through the window as I&#039;d hoped, and now we got people gagging on it.

I shamefully said, &quot;Excuse me.&quot; and got off at the next stop.  But not before getting a high-five off the driver for &quot;The loudest real fart ever left on the bus.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just as good as the Monster Fart I, uh, experienced in my last bus ride.</p>
<p>Sitting there on the bus, got that lovely urge that says, &#8220;You need to fart.  You will fart. NOW!&#8221;  I throw the window open as far as I can, grip the seat with both hands (I have, on 2 occasions, lifted from chairs and seats with these farts, and I can feel when one is gonna happen), and let rip.</p>
<p>The driver spoke into the microphone, &#8220;Whoever is ripping open the seat cushions, please stop that.&#8221;</p>
<p>His mistake.  Half the bus cracks up, my fart didn&#8217;t escape through the window as I&#8217;d hoped, and now we got people gagging on it.</p>
<p>I shamefully said, &#8220;Excuse me.&#8221; and got off at the next stop.  But not before getting a high-five off the driver for &#8220;The loudest real fart ever left on the bus.&#8221;</p>
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