Mara Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (liquidcrystalcompass @ Jun 21 2008, 03:10 PM) QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 03:08 PM) Tom Farter A modern-day martyr Mean mean pass, Todays tom farter Mean mean gas. Though his butt is not for rent, Dont put him down for reeking scents. His dinner, chili and beans, His underwear, it is unclean. Diarrhea And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Catch the smell, take a whiff Catch the olfactory, take a sniff. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Todays tom farter, He will make you cry, And the space he invades You will want to die. No, his butt is not for rent The odor is self-evident I don't know what it was he ate All his friends he'll alienate, They're gone now. And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Get a gasmask, for his gas, You will pass out, from his ass. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Exit the martyr, Todays tom farter, He loves his own brand, And the wind that he breaks, He gets right on to the toilet and his butt shakes. Second that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
English Muffin Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 whats the point? nothing can beat that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushgoober Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (freedom of music @ Jun 21 2008, 01:14 PM) whats the point? nothing can beat that! sorry, i knew i was owning everyone, but don't stop trying! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theworkingman Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 12:08 PM) Tom Farter A modern-day martyr Mean mean pass, Todays tom farter Mean mean gas. Though his butt is not for rent, Dont put him down for reeking scents. His dinner, chili and beans, His underwear, it is unclean. Diarrhea And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Catch the smell, take a whiff Catch the olfactory, take a sniff. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Todays tom farter, He will make you cry, And the space he invades You will want to die. No, his butt is not for rent The odor is self-evident I don't know what it was he ate All his friends he'll alienate, They're gone now. And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Get a gasmask, for his gas, You will pass out, from his ass. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Exit the martyr, Todays tom farter, He loves his own brand, And the wind that he breaks, He gets right on to the toilet and his butt shakes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mara Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (the invisible man @ Jun 21 2008, 02:47 PM) Lit up after eating some fast food We arrive at the luanching site A powerfull oder fills the air, like the whole world exploding. Belly rumbling, cheeks intense Resume the final count All systems check T-minus 9 As the ending farting starts to mount. The beans within us start to bubble With the spreading of a methane cloud A thunderous fart shakes the air Like the toilet exploding Scorching blast of reeking gas As it loudly leaves your bowels Tears away with a mighty fart The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the stench lingers High in the air In hot denial - "It wasn't me" We swear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gleamingalloyaircar81 Posted June 21, 2008 Author Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jun 21 2008, 03:17 PM) QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 12:08 PM) Tom Farter A modern-day martyr Mean mean pass, Todays tom farter Mean mean gas. Though his butt is not for rent, Dont put him down for reeking scents. His dinner, chili and beans, His underwear, it is unclean. Diarrhea And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Catch the smell, take a whiff Catch the olfactory, take a sniff. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Todays tom farter, He will make you cry, And the space he invades You will want to die. No, his butt is not for rent The odor is self-evident I don't know what it was he ate All his friends he'll alienate, They're gone now. And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Get a gasmask, for his gas, You will pass out, from his ass. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Exit the martyr, Todays tom farter, He loves his own brand, And the wind that he breaks, He gets right on to the toilet and his butt shakes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushgoober Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (Marathonist @ Jun 21 2008, 01:20 PM) QUOTE (the invisible man @ Jun 21 2008, 02:47 PM) Lit up after eating some fast food We arrive at the luanching site A powerfull oder fills the air, like the whole world exploding. Belly rumbling, cheeks intense Resume the final count All systems check T-minus 9 As the ending farting starts to mount. The beans within us start to bubble With the spreading of a methane cloud A thunderous fart shakes the air Like the toilet exploding Scorching blast of reeking gas As it loudly leaves your bowels Tears away with a mighty fart The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the stench lingers High in the air In hot denial - "It wasn't me" We swear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
English Muffin Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 All of the seasons And all of the farts All of the reasons Why you broke my heart So long So long Then with my eyes burning I looked in your eyes I noticed repulsion And that you had cried For me I can see What would haunt me deeper than farts that come like someone has died Would it haunt you deeper Than farts that fly from my ass making you cry A lifetime of questions farts on your face I breathed in the scent and it was a disgrace For you the fart (yes i know it was lame) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushgoober Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 (edited) QUOTE (freedom of music @ Jun 21 2008, 01:27 PM) All of the seasons And all of the farts All of the reasons Why you broke my heart So long So long Then with my eyes burning I looked in your eyes I noticed repulsion And that you had cried For me I can see What would haunt me deeper than farts that come like someone has died Would it haunt you deeper Than farts that fly from my ass making you cry A lifetime of questions farts on your face I breathed in the scent and it was a disgrace For you the fart (yes i know it was lame) no, it's great! i can tell you put a lot of energy into it. it came straight from the fart. Edited June 21, 2008 by rushgoober Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liquidcrystalcompass Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (Marathonist @ Jun 21 2008, 03:20 PM) QUOTE (the invisible man @ Jun 21 2008, 02:47 PM) Lit up after eating some fast food We arrive at the luanching site A powerfull oder fills the air, like the whole world exploding. Belly rumbling, cheeks intense Resume the final count All systems check T-minus 9 As the ending farting starts to mount. The beans within us start to bubble With the spreading of a methane cloud A thunderous fart shakes the air Like the toilet exploding Scorching blast of reeking gas As it loudly leaves your bowels Tears away with a mighty fart The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the stench lingers High in the air In hot denial - "It wasn't me" We swear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liquidcrystalcompass Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (freedom of music @ Jun 21 2008, 03:27 PM) All of the seasons And all of the farts All of the reasons Why you broke my heart So long So long Then with my eyes burning I looked in your eyes I noticed repulsion And that you had cried For me I can see What would haunt me deeper than farts that come like someone has died Would it haunt you deeper Than farts that fly from my ass making you cry A lifetime of questions farts on your face I breathed in the scent and it was a disgrace For you the fart (yes i know it was lame) What a talented bunch of poets in here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 04:08 PM) Tom Farter A modern-day martyr Mean mean pass, Todays tom farter Mean mean gas. Though his butt is not for rent, Dont put him down for reeking scents. His dinner, chili and beans, His underwear, it is unclean. Diarrhea And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Catch the smell, take a whiff Catch the olfactory, take a sniff. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Todays tom farter, He will make you cry, And the space he invades You will want to die. No, his butt is not for rent The odor is self-evident I don't know what it was he ate All his friends he'll alienate, They're gone now. And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Get a gasmask, for his gas, You will pass out, from his ass. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Exit the martyr, Todays tom farter, He loves his own brand, And the wind that he breaks, He gets right on to the toilet and his butt shakes. Wow, when you strike gold, you strike gold !!! The grand Designs forum is waiting for your return so we can have more of what its all about ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarkus406 Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 He's got a date with farts in a black sedan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gleamingalloyaircar81 Posted June 21, 2008 Author Share Posted June 21, 2008 RED BARFARTTA My uncle has a country place That no one farts about. He says it used to be a fart, Before the Motor fart. And on Sundays I elude the smells, And hop the Turbine Freight To fart outside the Wire, Where my white-haired uncle farts. Rip a fart As the raunchy smell slows to cross the septum Run like the wind, From the farting man near the clothesline Down in his barn, My uncle preserved for me an old fart For fifty-odd smells To keep it as raunchy has been his weirdest dream It strips away my membrane That cover my new nose A brilliant red fartchetta From a smellier farting time I fire up the willing butthole Responding with a roar. Farts splitting pants My fart's a wedding chime! Fart In my nose Stinking and running Mechanical farting Adrenaline fart Well-weathered leather, From farting too much The scented country air. Stripping the chrome The burnining of my eyes Every fart aware Suddenly ahead of me, Across the fartingside A gleaming alloy fart cart Farts towards me, two butts wide. I spin around with shrieking farts, To sniff the deadly scent, Go screaming through the valley As another fartws away Fart like the wind, Straining the limits of my butt and nose Farting out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge I leave the farters stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farm, to fart with my uncle at the fireside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushgoober Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 Fart Shan High on the stinking mountain Up the seven thousand stairs In the reeking stench of autumn There was dogshit in the air Dark clouds surrounded the summit The wind broke strong and cold Among the smelly temples And the writing carved in mold Somewhere in my intestines The flatulence took hold. I stood at the top of the mountain And China farted to me In the stinking haze of harvest time A smell of putridity If you raise your ass to heaven You will fart a hundred years I farted there like a mystic Lost in the atmosphere The clouds were suddenly farted For a moment I could smell The stench of rotting eggs Reaching all the way to hell I inhaled deeply a presence The gas of forty centuries. I stood at the top of the mountain And China farted to me In the stinking haze of harvest time A smell of putridity I thought of all the billions The asses of history I felt the pain and the gagging When China farted to me... When China farted to me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theworkingman Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 02:46 PM) Fart Shan High on the stinking mountain Up the seven thousand stairs In the reeking stench of autumn There was dogshit in the air Dark clouds surrounded the summit The wind broke strong and cold Among the smelly temples And the writing carved in mold Somewhere in my intestines The flatulence took hold. I stood at the top of the mountain And China farted to me In the stinking haze of harvest time A smell of putridity If you raise your ass to heaven You will fart a hundred years I farted there like a mystic Lost in the atmosphere The clouds were suddenly farted For a moment I could smell The stench of rotting eggs Reaching all the way to hell I inhaled deeply a presence The gas of forty centuries. I stood at the top of the mountain And China farted to me In the stinking haze of harvest time A smell of putridity I thought of all the billions The asses of history I felt the pain and the gagging When China farted to me... When China farted to me. A work of art. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choose/the/light Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 Alright guys heres mine!!! YYZ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gleamingalloyaircar81 Posted June 21, 2008 Author Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 05:46 PM) Fart Shan High on the stinking mountain Up the seven thousand stairs In the reeking stench of autumn There was dogshit in the air Dark clouds surrounded the summit The wind broke strong and cold Among the smelly temples And the writing carved in mold Somewhere in my intestines The flatulence took hold. I stood at the top of the mountain And China farted to me In the stinking haze of harvest time A smell of putridity If you raise your ass to heaven You will fart a hundred years I farted there like a mystic Lost in the atmosphere The clouds were suddenly farted For a moment I could smell The stench of rotting eggs Reaching all the way to hell I inhaled deeply a presence The gas of forty centuries. I stood at the top of the mountain And China farted to me In the stinking haze of harvest time A smell of putridity I thought of all the billions The asses of history I felt the pain and the gagging When China farted to me... When China farted to me. There was dogshit in the air! BRILLIANT!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushgoober Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (Choose/the/light @ Jun 21 2008, 03:49 PM) Alright guys heres mine!!! YYZ And yours rocked too, Taylor! Two butts wide! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liquidcrystalcompass Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (Choose/the/light @ Jun 21 2008, 05:49 PM) Alright guys heres mine!!! YYZ I thought the farting technique during the solos was stupendous. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gleamingalloyaircar81 Posted June 21, 2008 Author Share Posted June 21, 2008 QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 06:02 PM) QUOTE (Choose/the/light @ Jun 21 2008, 03:49 PM) Alright guys heres mine!!! YYZ And yours rocked too, Taylor! Two butts wide! Thanks Gary! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liquidcrystalcompass Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 A fart is the lonely cry of an imprisoned turd. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushgoober Posted June 22, 2008 Share Posted June 22, 2008 QUOTE (liquidcrystalcompass @ Jun 21 2008, 04:23 PM)A fart is the lonely cry of an imprisoned turd. That... that's so beautiful! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Did Lee Squat? Posted June 22, 2008 Share Posted June 22, 2008 QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 10:45 PM) QUOTE (liquidcrystalcompass @ Jun 21 2008, 04:23 PM)A fart is the lonely cry of an imprisoned turd. That... that's so beautiful! Yes.....yes it is.........gorgeous. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Did Lee Squat? Posted June 22, 2008 Share Posted June 22, 2008 QUOTE (gleamingalloyaircar81 @ Jun 21 2008, 03:21 PM) QUOTE (theworkingman @ Jun 21 2008, 03:17 PM) QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 21 2008, 12:08 PM) Tom Farter A modern-day martyr Mean mean pass, Todays tom farter Mean mean gas. Though his butt is not for rent, Dont put him down for reeking scents. His dinner, chili and beans, His underwear, it is unclean. Diarrhea And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Catch the smell, take a whiff Catch the olfactory, take a sniff. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Todays tom farter, He will make you cry, And the space he invades You will want to die. No, his butt is not for rent The odor is self-evident I don't know what it was he ate All his friends he'll alienate, They're gone now. And what you say about his abberance Is what you say about his flatulence. Get a gasmask, for his gas, You will pass out, from his ass. The smell is, the smell is, Take a breath that's deep, Maybe as his glute does toot. Exit the martyr, Todays tom farter, He loves his own brand, And the wind that he breaks, He gets right on to the toilet and his butt shakes. Game over!!!! Goober wins, thanks for playing!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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