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		<title>By: Kathleen Molloy</title>
		<link>http://buckle.wordpress.com/2008/02/19/treadmill-fart/#comment-269</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathleen Molloy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:12:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m a guilty farter. I try to be discrete and sometimes even sly but as we teach our kids, this is nature&#039;s way to remind you how the body works.
Once my beau and I were at the Ottawa Little Theatre and it was a full house. I had a very upset stomach and shifted in my seat until intermission when I leapt up and tried to dash to the washroom. Thing is, at the Ottawa Little Theatre they alway have art exhibits during the intermission and i couldn&#039;t weave through the crowd. So I pressed myself up against the side of a wall and shimmied along trying not to knock the art work off, all the while I thought I would explode. I got trapped behind some gawkers and finally let out a tiny toot. There was such a crowd that nobody could have possibly heard. I chanced a second toot when I could see the washroom a few metres ahead. Suddenly someone grabbed me by the arm and swung me around - busted. I thought I would melt. I was mortified that maybe I knocked someone out with my little fart or melted the canvas...it was worse than that. Circling me was a gaggle of old ladies and the woman that grabbed me was the treasury of a board on which I was the president. Well of course we all had to chat for the entire intermission despite the fact that I thought I would faint or explode. I learned my lesson. Now instead of squeezing out little farts and suffering in silence I do like our kids do and let &#039;em rip.  Hey, it&#039;s just my body telling me ...

Kathleen Molloy, author - Dining with Death
www.diningwithdeath.ca

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m a guilty farter. I try to be discrete and sometimes even sly but as we teach our kids, this is nature&#8217;s way to remind you how the body works.<br />
Once my beau and I were at the Ottawa Little Theatre and it was a full house. I had a very upset stomach and shifted in my seat until intermission when I leapt up and tried to dash to the washroom. Thing is, at the Ottawa Little Theatre they alway have art exhibits during the intermission and i couldn&#8217;t weave through the crowd. So I pressed myself up against the side of a wall and shimmied along trying not to knock the art work off, all the while I thought I would explode. I got trapped behind some gawkers and finally let out a tiny toot. There was such a crowd that nobody could have possibly heard. I chanced a second toot when I could see the washroom a few metres ahead. Suddenly someone grabbed me by the arm and swung me around &#8211; busted. I thought I would melt. I was mortified that maybe I knocked someone out with my little fart or melted the canvas&#8230;it was worse than that. Circling me was a gaggle of old ladies and the woman that grabbed me was the treasury of a board on which I was the president. Well of course we all had to chat for the entire intermission despite the fact that I thought I would faint or explode. I learned my lesson. Now instead of squeezing out little farts and suffering in silence I do like our kids do and let &#8216;em rip.  Hey, it&#8217;s just my body telling me &#8230;</p>
<p>Kathleen Molloy, author &#8211; Dining with Death<br />
<a href="http://www.diningwithdeath.ca" rel="nofollow">http://www.diningwithdeath.ca</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.kathleenmolloy.offo.ca" rel="nofollow">http://www.kathleenmolloy.offo.ca</a></p>
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		<title>By: Iona</title>
		<link>http://buckle.wordpress.com/2008/02/19/treadmill-fart/#comment-259</link>
		<dc:creator>Iona</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:02:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, Johnny i sure do enjoy reading your blog. You really have the give of gab and writting, maybe you sure think about writting a book one day. 

I have been in that fart story situation, people are just so unthoughtfull at times, if only we could brew one up and fart on demand for payback?!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, Johnny i sure do enjoy reading your blog. You really have the give of gab and writting, maybe you sure think about writting a book one day. </p>
<p>I have been in that fart story situation, people are just so unthoughtfull at times, if only we could brew one up and fart on demand for payback?!</p>
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		<title>By: pam</title>
		<link>http://buckle.wordpress.com/2008/02/19/treadmill-fart/#comment-250</link>
		<dc:creator>pam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 22:32:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Holy crap Jon...I haven&#039;t laughed that hard in a LONG time!!!!  You are one funny guy!  You should really send that in to reader&#039;s digest or something, it&#039;s a story that should be shared so that everyone could have a good laugh (despite the grossness factor - haha)!  Miss ya!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Holy crap Jon&#8230;I haven&#8217;t laughed that hard in a LONG time!!!!  You are one funny guy!  You should really send that in to reader&#8217;s digest or something, it&#8217;s a story that should be shared so that everyone could have a good laugh (despite the grossness factor &#8211; haha)!  Miss ya!</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://buckle.wordpress.com/2008/02/19/treadmill-fart/#comment-249</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 16:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If that bothered you, please don&#039;t open the seemingly empty jar that I sent to Tammy.

Uncle Timmy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If that bothered you, please don&#8217;t open the seemingly empty jar that I sent to Tammy.</p>
<p>Uncle Timmy</p>
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		<title>By: Jon &#38; Tammy</title>
		<link>http://buckle.wordpress.com/2008/02/19/treadmill-fart/#comment-247</link>
		<dc:creator>Jon &#38; Tammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 18:10:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tammy wrote:
I wasn&#039;t sure what was higher on the list - the funny factor or the grossness factor!  I feel for you big guy - but your story kinda makes my stomch turn a bit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tammy wrote:<br />
I wasn&#8217;t sure what was higher on the list &#8211; the funny factor or the grossness factor!  I feel for you big guy &#8211; but your story kinda makes my stomch turn a bit.</p>
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