Nah, I prefer pickled eggs and green peppers. The vinegar and sulfur in the pickled eggs make for a fart with extra stink and an acid aftertaste, while the green pepper is the main propellant.
I was crop dusted today in Walmart. I'm thinking it was someone in a small group of the women walking down the aisle, but considering Thanksgiving was yesterday, the dusting might have been hanging for awhile.
Tommy Burgers-shades of my youth. When you are 17, you can eat two double patties with extra cheese, lots of chili, and a big ol helping of peppers. You are also able to maintain a size 5, not fart, and still go Black Friday Shopping with your mom, her friends, your friends, and some relatives. Of course, when I was doing this it was shop til you drop, bags and bags of merchandise, and there wasn't a shooting, hostage taking, or driving nitwit in sight. The big highlight was feeling wicked cuz the mall was open until 1 am. Oh for those days again!!
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Nah, I prefer pickled eggs and green peppers. The vinegar and sulfur in the pickled eggs make for a fart with extra stink and an acid aftertaste, while the green pepper is the main propellant.
Oh, are the green peppers FFG or FFFG?
I was crop dusted today in Walmart. I'm thinking it was someone in a small group of the women walking down the aisle, but considering Thanksgiving was yesterday, the dusting might have been hanging for awhile.
Kimchee that's the ticket.
Tommy Burgers-shades of my youth. When you are 17, you can eat two double patties with extra cheese, lots of chili, and a big ol helping of peppers. You are also able to maintain a size 5, not fart, and still go Black Friday Shopping with your mom, her friends, your friends, and some relatives. Of course, when I was doing this it was shop til you drop, bags and bags of merchandise, and there wasn't a shooting, hostage taking, or driving nitwit in sight. The big highlight was feeling wicked cuz the mall was open until 1 am. Oh for those days again!!
Jesus Christ, that's some repugnant shit right there. 😳
I come from a farming family, so this use of the term "crop dusting" is, unfortunately, new to me.
At least you can understand the metaphor.
OMG! That is just wonderful!
Kimchi, pickled garlic eggs, and beer. 😂
In Yiddish: All is fartig
Anyone who shops at a mall at any time deserves to be crop dusted, for many reasons...
Didn't leave the house, except to watch Master and Commander in the hot tub with The Boy and Pugsley.
@ tweel above: two pickled eggs and several draft beers. You think you've been gassed with a deadly poison.
Nemo
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