I love anecdotal ghost stories. One I heard was about a father who loved and ate so many tangerines his f*rts smelled like them. This aroma was his sign that he was visiting family after his death.
He looks he means it. As opposed to the disingenuous (but daring you to contradict) assertion that women “fart tiny puffs of glitter that sound like unicorn laughter and smell like rainbows”
Ida No almost 5 years ago
“Sometimes I feel festive, but eventually it passes.”
Ontman almost 5 years ago
We won’t ask about the eggnog.
claudio645 almost 5 years ago
I’ll never look at cereal the same way again…
Happy Tinkerbelle Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Holiday Bear certainly scents chills down his spine.
Mighty Phavahg almost 5 years ago
Gimme two!
William Bednar Premium Member almost 5 years ago
Ew, ew!
Indianapolis Smith almost 5 years ago
That sounds better than the usual farts.
marilynnbyerly almost 5 years ago
I love anecdotal ghost stories. One I heard was about a father who loved and ate so many tangerines his f*rts smelled like them. This aroma was his sign that he was visiting family after his death.
Impkins Premium Member almost 5 years ago
I’ve always wondered how they make those terrible cinnamon infused pine cones. . . . :)
syzygy47 almost 5 years ago
He looks he means it. As opposed to the disingenuous (but daring you to contradict) assertion that women “fart tiny puffs of glitter that sound like unicorn laughter and smell like rainbows”