- Oct 12, 2017
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Well. I'm sorry to report that my girls are Fart Party Poopers. My tongue is dry from blowing it between my lips every day now.
No hilarity ensues. Even when I change the pitch, timbre, and longevity of tone. Am disappointed, but will soldier on. My neighbors loved my experiments even more than the time they caught me trying to walk my EE Sugar in her new pink harness and leash ensemble. Sugar just kept plopping over on her side with her feet sticking out, kind of like one of those rubber chickens. So I kept putting her back on her feet, saying, "Sugar, you can walk. Stop being such a drama queen." That's when I heard my neighbors, who were standing right behind me. Although it seemed obvious to me, they actually asked me what I was doing. Nice people, but kind of weird.
I have, however, heard a chicken fart, so I do have that going for me.
No hilarity ensues. Even when I change the pitch, timbre, and longevity of tone. Am disappointed, but will soldier on. My neighbors loved my experiments even more than the time they caught me trying to walk my EE Sugar in her new pink harness and leash ensemble. Sugar just kept plopping over on her side with her feet sticking out, kind of like one of those rubber chickens. So I kept putting her back on her feet, saying, "Sugar, you can walk. Stop being such a drama queen." That's when I heard my neighbors, who were standing right behind me. Although it seemed obvious to me, they actually asked me what I was doing. Nice people, but kind of weird.
I have, however, heard a chicken fart, so I do have that going for me.
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