Subject: RE: I'm a post killerI have lots of indoor room clearing stories.... My best fart story falls into the outdoor catagory. It was a long time ago when I was a sailor.. *screen flickers as flashback begins and the world turns black and white* My squadron was stationed in Bermuda at the time. We were having a safety stand down and we were seperated into groups of 25 to 50. We were standing on the flight line (it is always windy in Bermuda) being bored to death about the hazards of something or other. I was in the middle of this group of people when I let one fly. It was hot....real hot. The type that cauterizes roids on the way out. I was standing there enjoying my efforts when I realized that the crowd was parting like the Red Sea for Moses. I had a choice to either move with the group and play dumb or take credit for my supreme effort. I chose to stand still while the group formed a very large circle around me trying to avoid the cloud of green death. I raised my arms in triumph and stood there and smiled. I could not have been happier. The Chief that was talking at the time looked at me and shook his head and decided to move the crowd to a different location. |