Passing gas!

“Okay, you had your beans and spam around the campfire and it's time to hit the hay. You're laying in your sleeping bag and you feel one brewing. There are others in the tent with you. Do you hold it in until everyone else falls asleep? Do you let 'er rip? If so, do you make it audible and hope to arouse some laughs? Do you let it pass silently in the bag, trapping it in to let it age like a fine wine? It's all dependent on how well you know your fellow campers of course.

I don't hold back. I just say it was an African Barking spider.

On a side note, I've mused that camping is a great opportunity for that first time to "step on a frog" in front of your signifigant other. Last year during a camping trip in Maine with my girlfriend, I took advantage of the opportunity to break the ice and let one rip out loud. Something about being out in the woods seems to make it okay. Getting over this step is vital for long term relationships!

P.S. - I realize this is somewhat of an immature topic, but if you're a true backpacker you also know it's reality.”

“LOL,..Artex!”

“LOL, threw out my entire Phillmont trek all we did was step on the frogs. And we laughed are a.s.ses off.”

“I hear you there Artex. I've not really had the problem of when to spring it on someone new. I think I had known running girl a week when she felt the wrath. It was usually a matter of them being around when it was time to let one fly. I certainly strive for a nice tone on all flatulence but am not always successful. There are very few circumstances where I feel uncomfortable letting on go (usually if I am in the middle of a serious or dignified situation). At times like that I have to resort to a stealth attack. I always looked at it as just another one of those bodily functions we all have. No sense in causing yourself excessive discomfort by holding one in (that's my motto). Those around you will understand this even if the don't choose to contribute at that moment or in that forum.”

“Oh yeah. Never when someone near me is eating. My only limit.”

“Well, everybody does it some time or another. might as well "let er rip". It usually stirs up a good laugh.
I have no sence of smell anyway so to me it's just a funny noise. Fart away if I'm around, It ain't offensive.”

“I like to share with all. But I also like to attack in stealth mode once in a while.
They don't call me Wind Walker for nothing.
I helped with a boys
group similar to BSA for many years and whether car camping or backpacking a little
flatulance always brings a good round of the giggles, and maybe a groan or two.”

“Artex, that's what thermarests are for. They muffle the sound quite well. Just don't put your head in your bag for a while.”

“Tough uphill hiking makes for some great fart sharing with those behind you.

I amused myself when I was a messenger in Wash DC by farting on crowded elevators.
The best thing is to let out an
SBD just before the doors open.
You step off and it hits the unfortunate bastards just as the doors are closing behind you.
It was always a treat to sock it to a buncha well dressed downtowners.

Oh, the memories!
I fondly recall hustling merrily through the halls of the House and Senate Office buildings laying down a cloud of deadly gas.

The US Capitol Rotunda adds a great reverberation efect to the nice loud ripping ones!
When beatin' feet through a throng of tourists there a good gassing makes their visit that much more memorable!”

“My problem is my traditional first day lunch is an Italian sub from Subway, loaded with jalapenos. The first night is sometimes noisy.
And I just got a new bag! I don't want it smelled up.”

“I squeeze my cheeks real tight so as not to be the first one to let one rip. After the first one lets loose, it's a free for all. When someone else lets loose, I usually make comments like, "Good one!" or "Thanks for sharing." When I let go, I might comment, "I better get a muffler for that." I like the frog and barking spider comments. My SBD's could clear a forest. LOL Tommy! Mexican food the night before hitting the trail has the same results. :o)”

“Let er rip!”

“Some of us motorcycle messengers would go to Tucson Cantina on Connecticut Ave after work.
On the day after I could KILL an elevator full of suits and skirts!”

“The only thing better than crapping your pants with your friends is sitting around your computer posting about, LOSERS!”

“And one day I stuck a hose up my butt and rode my little scotter all over Washington DC on fart power.”

“I usually say, "Was that a mouse on a motorcycle?"

One time three guys had REAL BAD gas, it was raining horizontally, so we had to be in the tent. Well, it smelled SO BAD we had to open the door and window, but it was raining so hard we had to close the door and the window.
That's when we learned how to pack and walk out in the rain.”

“I got a dog to blame it on...and most of the time it really is him!”

“I can vouch for Buddur's steeenky dog! eeeek! =:0”

“Seems I remember Buddur (the dog) cutting a few on the Zeleski trip too.”

“Tom, I'll bet that wasn't the first time you've had a hose up your butt.

Or the last.”

“I don't think I want to hike with any of you now!”

“LOL TT regarding the uphill hiking comment.

Back when we were still dating my wife and I were hiking in "El Yunque", a beautiful rainforest preserve in Puerto Rico. We were going uphill and she was quite some distance behind me when I 'stepped on a frog' (rainforests are lousy with 'em). Though it was a silent variety it must have been poisonous because it stunk! With the stagnant jungle air, the smell just hung there like a fog. Nearly wrenching as she passed through the haze, my wife accused me. I naturally blamed it on some rotting forest matter.

She generally hikes in front of me now.”

“You people need to change your diets. They say vegans have much less body odor!”

“My wife and I were hiking up Mt Eisenhower last summer when the previous night's dinner and wine consumption began to let its presence be known. Given that I was about fifty yards ahead of my wife I assumed I was safe to let the demons escape. Several minutes after the great purge, I heard a horrific scream from behind. I naturally assumed my wife was in some distress, so I called to her to see if she needed any assistance. "You pig", she cried, "either shove a cork up your butt or hike faster." Now I understand where the term "blow down" comes from.”

“When I was in the canyon, one of the guy ate 30 beefsticks in an hour. He was also having problems with the dust, so he had to hike in the front. That is a smell I'll never forget.”

“Fart are funny. Because they come out of your butt. Huh-huh.”

“This is where tarps come in handy. Lets the breezes blow away the stench.”

“Nothing like hearing a woman talk about passing gas. Is there nothing left for us men to have pride in!! I mean this is all we have. You chicks got that monthly thing going on, can we just have something to ourselves or is that to much to ask!!! Freakin N.O.W. movement. First it was pants and more pay and now this, what is next writing your name in the snow?”

“Say, that was a deathmarch!

bacpac,
Play with your own hose!

One of you sock-tuckers posted under MY name on 4/22 at 452:00!
Thats funny, but its not me!

I smell a RAT, or whatever he's callin' hisself now.
<",RAT,>~~~”

“I don't Troll, get over it!”

“BOOM!

...and everything you'll ever want to know about the BOOM!”

“TMI Budder! Although those fartypants underwear look pretty righteous!”

“Tom, to the real Tom.
You have been a real good sport. So this will be the last post from Te(m)ific.



YA BASS TURDS”

“OK last fall my husband and I were camping . He had this really warm NF sleeping bag and I had this cheapo KMart reject. I was freezing to death and complaining that he had vented the tent too much. He's an engineer and they are funny about these technical things. Like having the tent vented so many mm on top and so many mm on bottom, I think he makes it up. Anyway, I was really whining so he gets this look on his face and says" I'll just shut everything up...is that what you want?" Well I did so I said "Yes". The next thing I know he let go of a huge stink bomb and it just hung in the air in that tent like the black smog or something. It was terrible, just terrible. What makes men do these things to their loved ones? Anyway, all I heard for the next 15 min. was this hysterical muffled laughing and him saying something along the lines "Bet you wish the tent was vented now. Men!”

“8D”

“LOL...it's 4:30 on a Friday so as usual I'm looking for threads to pass the last 30 minutes and stumbled on this little jewel

Passing gas!
“Okay, you had your beans and spam around the campfire and it's time to hit the hay. You're laying in your sleeping bag and you feel one brewing. There are others in the tent with you. Do you hold it in until everyone else falls asleep? Do you let 'er rip? If so, do you make it audible and hope to arouse some laughs? Do you let it pass silently in the bag, trapping it in to let it age like a fine wine? It's all dependent on how well you know your fellow campers of course.

I don't hold back. I just say it was an African Barking spider.

On a side note, I've mused that camping is a great opportunity for that first time to "step on a frog" in front of your signifigant other. Last year during a camping trip in Maine with my girlfriend, I took advantage of the opportunity to break the ice and let one rip out loud. Something about being out in the woods seems to make it okay. Getting over this step is vital for long term relationships!

P.S. - I realize this is somewhat of an immature topic, but if you're a true backpacker you also know it's reality.”
Artex
11:26:40 AM
4/22/01


What I want to know is, is the same girlfriend with Artex? LOL”

“Artie is up in Maine somewhere, with or without girlfriend, happily passing gas in either case.”

“http://www.firstcoastnews.com/news/strange/news-article.aspx?storyid=94050

Somebody really wants people to pass on his gas.”

“Buy someone elses' gas ,so they can get to Walmarts' china wares. hehe”

“I usually sneak them out and swear that it was not mine because mine smell like Vanilla Wafers.”

“A cracker?”

“A cookie”

“Just be glad it's not a Fruit Newton.”

“I figured this was either going to be another Methane thread, or people complaining about the price of petrol.”

“Dug this one up and look at the first posts.....I haven't herd from them in a while.”

“Sweet i like this thread, when I was out at NYC (you're bound to hear a lot more about that as long as I keep posting if you wanna learn more then just go to this site http://www.nwyouthcorps.org) we purified all our water with iodine and if you know anything about iodine you know 2 things: 1. it tastes bad and 2. it gives you gas BAD!!! so anyways even the girls were letting them rip in public by about the third week and all the guys were lighting them on fire with a bic lighter (yes it does work) ahhh, good times, good times”

“If you havent heard a fart for a while, I'll send my husband for a visit with you so I can get some fresh air.”

“Thanks for the offer, but don't worry about it I've got a dad.”