Posted: Mar 17, 2006 6:05 pm
My dad once farted in a Pringle can, closed the lid, and later opened it in my mom's face and it still smelled like fart.
Why did you have to bring this up? Horrible childhood memories:
Older brother would fart in Mason Jars, seal it up tight. Then barge into my room, pin me to the floor, and open it in my face. All the while, grabbing my forearm to show me the "Stop hitting yourself!" trick to my head. My brother later liked techno music after he saw the Matrix.
Unrelated, but just as horrible: one halloween, my Mom made cupcakes for the boy scouts. She put little candy pumpkins on top. I got one, but she had run out of the candy. I really wnted a pumpkin on mine, so my Dad grabbed it, set it on the floor, and smooshed it with the real pumpkin.