waft

photo credit: hunterseakerhk
why
are
farters
torturers?
stop waving the damn blanket around
after your buttal
emanations.
Popularity: 6% [?]
By Tinu • March 2, 2008

photo credit: hunterseakerhk
why
are
farters
torturers?
stop waving the damn blanket around
after your buttal
emanations.
Popularity: 6% [?]
Categories: poetry
Tags: farts, farts are disgusting, farts are sometimes funny too, i hate farts, notice how i said sometimes.
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