tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post115080590301937316..comments2023-11-05T08:42:51.624+00:00Comments on The Jungle: Pull my fingerjungle janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146260682331683654noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1157937546277251772006-09-11T02:19:00.000+01:002006-09-11T02:19:00.000+01:00My family and I just had a very serious conversati...My family and I just had a very serious conversation about whether or not burping was worse than farting in public. We decided that it was not, on the grounds of contrition.Dinahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01656786749947858948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1154402906440495062006-08-01T04:28:00.000+01:002006-08-01T04:28:00.000+01:00Visiting my geriatric grandfather this weekend, it...Visiting my geriatric grandfather this weekend, it was quickly evident that hygiene in the household had gone to pot (ha!) and the place fairly reeked of human waste, bless his heart. My nearly deaf Grandfather left the room and husband peeled off a neatly calibrated succession of farts, and I actually thanked him for improving the air quality. Evil, mean, nasty and true.phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151358546554988542006-06-26T22:49:00.000+01:002006-06-26T22:49:00.000+01:00...i think my sweat tastes like beer. Bud....i think my sweat tastes like beer. Bud.mattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13792716037555018912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151117999755360712006-06-24T03:59:00.000+01:002006-06-24T03:59:00.000+01:00thank you all and keep the beer flowing - its not ...thank you all and keep the beer flowing - its not helping my disaster much but it does taste nice.jungle janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12146260682331683654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151101047645200582006-06-23T23:17:00.000+01:002006-06-23T23:17:00.000+01:00...am sending you good vibes and a hug --- I hope ......am sending you good vibes and a hug --- I hope everything is OK! ...but, how can I pull your finger???mattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13792716037555018912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151086719731711852006-06-23T19:18:00.000+01:002006-06-23T19:18:00.000+01:00I send good vibes and beer and wine your way Janey...I send good vibes and beer and wine your way Janey. But this all comes with one request... that you pull my finger.PDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12678768325716506322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151084633737035482006-06-23T18:43:00.000+01:002006-06-23T18:43:00.000+01:00Nothing like a good cheek flapper!Nothing like a good cheek flapper!Polyman2https://www.blogger.com/profile/07452451405966696262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151083494410633272006-06-23T18:24:00.000+01:002006-06-23T18:24:00.000+01:00Well thank heavens you're back! It took me a while...Well thank heavens you're back! It took me a while to get caught up.<BR/>Sorry I don't have any poppy pants stories. Yet. I did have a comment about the boyfriend app tho:<BR/><BR/>My morals: I will stare at your mate's tits but I won't inhale. <BR/>Expensive champagne: no problem. I even know the difference and can afford the good stuff. <BR/>Butt plug: with or without lube? <BR/>I prefer you do the inserting.<BR/>A large cat: Nice kitty.<BR/>Foreskin: none.<BR/>The pitch: I'm young, handsome, rich, talented and single. I own a lovely yacht and am quite athletic.<BR/>Your come is more important than mine and I prefer you have at least two to each of mine. <BR/>Hopefully that's enough to get me past the committee. :-)AndyT13https://www.blogger.com/profile/04550895881104047231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151072739013254152006-06-23T15:25:00.000+01:002006-06-23T15:25:00.000+01:00Vibes and beer in route!Vibes and beer in route!josh williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03442585673603814615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151070102855944942006-06-23T14:41:00.000+01:002006-06-23T14:41:00.000+01:00All the good stuff to you Jane, and good beer. I w...All the good stuff to you Jane, and good beer. I wondered where you were.Tobyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13543709819692124443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151069685878151942006-06-23T14:34:00.000+01:002006-06-23T14:34:00.000+01:00Janeloads of love from the Big Easy, chicka!Jane<BR/>loads of love from the Big Easy, chicka!~dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11214204603207446036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151061267451848272006-06-23T12:14:00.000+01:002006-06-23T12:14:00.000+01:00A student here in uk is marketting Pee and Pooh cu...A student here in uk is marketting Pee and Pooh cuddly toys and she'll be a millionaire by Chrimbo. Why didn't we think o that?<BR/>I came, I saw, I commented.Jake_633https://www.blogger.com/profile/02708512207912029470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151058528204961152006-06-23T11:28:00.000+01:002006-06-23T11:28:00.000+01:00sorry all...i am in the middle of disaster...i wil...sorry all...i am in the middle of disaster...i will be back soon. in the meantime, please send good vibes and beer.jungle janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12146260682331683654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151051917254855202006-06-23T09:38:00.000+01:002006-06-23T09:38:00.000+01:00Jane, do these comments ever end? Do you have sta...Jane, do these comments ever end? Do you have staff to answer these? <BR/><BR/>Anyway, did you know the average number of farts people have during sex is five?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13191563895358713801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151037258754846552006-06-23T05:34:00.000+01:002006-06-23T05:34:00.000+01:00I find Josh's MacGuiver like story to be very manl...I find Josh's MacGuiver like story to be very manly and curiously sexy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151035200460261242006-06-23T05:00:00.000+01:002006-06-23T05:00:00.000+01:00One time many years ago I sharted me pants at work...One time many years ago I sharted me pants at work. It was winter and we had a wood burning stove in the shop. I nearly cleaned the bathroom of arse cleaning paper and since it was winter and I had big-ole boots on my feets. I just took out my swiss army knife and cut my soiled drawers from my legs. I put the the drawrs in the stove and worked the rest of the day commando in constent fear of the final fatal fart. I lived to tell the tale...josh williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03442585673603814615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151025345606787762006-06-23T02:15:00.000+01:002006-06-23T02:15:00.000+01:00JANE! I linked Erin's tits on my comment section ...<B>JANE! I linked Erin's tits on my comment section and you nekkid came up too!</B>~dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11214204603207446036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151022350463483902006-06-23T01:25:00.000+01:002006-06-23T01:25:00.000+01:00Now that Anita's gone, it does smell like fritos. ...Now that Anita's gone, it does smell like fritos. I think she left us a parting gift.Tobyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13543709819692124443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1151004318601117302006-06-22T20:25:00.000+01:002006-06-22T20:25:00.000+01:00I'm late on the commenting wagon...I was once on a...I'm late on the commenting wagon...<BR/><BR/>I was once on a surgical ward round, with six other students, a nurse, two house doctors, a registrar and a professor (that's 11 people). we came upon a strange, slightly demented old lady who apparently had rectal prolapse (your rectum sort-of... falls out) but the students couldn't demonstrate it. So the professor got Old Lady to assume the foetal position and bear down. I was standing behind the prof and couldn't see exactly what was going on. I started giggling when a little 'fweet' squeezed out, but I didn't think a granny farting warranted the tears running down one of the house-doctor's face. And then, prof turned around. He was <I>covered</I> in shit. It was splattered all over his glasses, his tie, his white coat.<BR/><BR/>He rubbed it off with tidy towel, discharged the woman stat, and stoically continued the ward round.<BR/><BR/>Now <I>that's</I> a shart.Karen Littlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10446187228064686202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1150962199791852352006-06-22T08:43:00.000+01:002006-06-22T08:43:00.000+01:00Ah, Jane, have I mentioned, I adore you? Hmmm, sh...Ah, Jane, have I mentioned, I adore you? <BR/>Hmmm, shit my pants story... well, the details are sketchy. I was a kid. Snowpants were involved. I didn't want my mom to find out and make me stop playing with my friends so I went inside, wiped furiously at my drawers and than sprayed lilac air freshener in them. I continued to play for hours in the snow after that and the smell of lilacs still makes me think of shitty snowpants. <BR/>Shall I tell you about the time exhubby and I both got intestinal flu and shit our pajamas simultaneously because we were too busy arguing about who should get the washroom first? Never mind.Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06308239094656971792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1150958204869026442006-06-22T07:36:00.000+01:002006-06-22T07:36:00.000+01:00PDD, that's precisely why I think Google is a piec...PDD, that's precisely why I think Google is a piece of shit search engine. Now try it again using Yahoo! You will see a huge difference.eganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03783658744477659987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1150956158127673602006-06-22T07:02:00.000+01:002006-06-22T07:02:00.000+01:00I decided to stop passing wind. I think it could b...I decided to stop passing wind. I think it could be why my hair has thinned so! <BR/><BR/>big kiss from GayTown USA -- it's Pride Week in SF, you know!!! <BR/><BR/>...pulling your finger via the Net!mattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13792716037555018912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1150951381682950422006-06-22T05:43:00.000+01:002006-06-22T05:43:00.000+01:00Don't worry Ticker. I'm not the Champ for nothing....Don't worry Ticker. I'm not the Champ for nothing. Thomas Edison tried over 1000 different materials while developing the light bulb. He tried some of my beard trimmings but found the light NEVER burnt out.World Champ Stephen Nealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03233004760190207435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1150950152389701972006-06-22T05:22:00.000+01:002006-06-22T05:22:00.000+01:00Does sharting while 8 1/2 months pregnant count, b...Does sharting while 8 1/2 months pregnant count, but, um, without a complete "loss"? How about when in labor? Nothing shames me any more after that.<BR/><BR/>Once I farted in the grocery and an old lady was standing close so I just wrinkled my nose at her and said "oooh"...I do believe she was mortified!<BR/><BR/>Ok, sorry. Moving along now.Lizzie Flynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10099462736335617629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17611977.post-1150948797635025672006-06-22T04:59:00.000+01:002006-06-22T04:59:00.000+01:00Once I was on an international flight (over 8 hour...Once I was on an international flight (over 8 hours). I had a late departure so I was over confidant in my ability to drink beer the night prior to departure. I woke up early and for some reason chose the Big Breakfast at McDonalds as breakfast (thinking this was the last real junk food I would have for awhile). The Big Breakfast then at the airport I had a great burrito with all the fixin's it was a really, fucking great burrito! I boarded the plane and then , gas...gas…gas and more gas! I can pin point the day I had the most gas in my life and it was this day! I was farting every minute , honest to God I was farting every minute. Fortunately I was seated at the bulkhead next to the toilets so I could in my mind blame them for the stench...Until I fell asleep, then God knows what happened other than the husband of the nice family was sitting next to me bearing the brunt of my farts like a champion when I finally awoke from my splendid flatulent dreams!....All I know is follow this recipe if you wish to pass gas, and if you ever meet a real nervous couple that smells of methane then you have met my seat mates on flight ??? to Amsterdam 2004.I go bed now...JWjosh williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03442585673603814615noreply@blogger.com