My fart worked a full day

It's been a while since I last blogged, but I assure you it's not because of a lack of flatulance. On the contrary: my recent output has been abnormally high, and its Disturbance Factor has been off the charts (much to my family's chagrin).

This morning had to be the worst of what I consider my most vile week of 2009. I woke myself up by turning over while still under the sheets, causing the previous night's buildup to rush past me as it escaped the confines of my bed.

Then it was on to a shower, where I repeatedly confirmed that farts travel phenomenally fast upstream, somehow riding along the hot jets of water and right into my face.

The worst, of course, was yet to come. I was standing in the walk-in closet, uninhibited by any restrictive clothing, hunting for a clean pair of pants. As always, the air was still, as there is nearly zero airflow in there. A sudden pressure buildup led to a multi-blast flamethrower that unleashed what must have been the Devil himself. I realized, as I was nearly done (and giving it the ultimate prone-position final squeeze) that I needed to go. NOW.

I left the closet, shut the door, and headed to the throne to take care of this festering, rotting waste built up in my colon.

Fast-forward to 4pm. A family member trekked upstairs to the walk-in closet to fetch a roll of toilet paper. Upon entering, said family member gagged and nearly lost their lunch. My wife, upon hearing the plea for help, decided to inspect the closet, for fear of a dead mouse. However, upon opening the door and taking a sniff, she knew it wasn't a mouse. She recognized my scent immediately (which disgusted her). She then realized I hadn't been home for 8 hours (which disgusted her further).

Just like a loudspeaker's sound quality being affected by the acoustical qualities of a room, my fart quality was truly enhanced by the wonderfully still air of my closet. That, and the good fortune that nobody opened the closet door all day.

My wife recounted this story to me this evening. Maybe she was expecting me to be embarrassed, humbled, even apologetic. I can't be quite sure, because I was laughing until tears flowed out of my eyes, and couldn't really focus on anything.

So there it is, Constant Flatulator: my fart that worked an 8-hour day. It's a proud moment for me, though I wish I could have been there to see the fruits of my labor...

Fart with me tonight - 0100 UTC (9pm eastern)

Hello Constant Flatulators! Tonight I've decided to fart at exactly 9pm (that's 0100 UTC, for my globally gassy friends).

Please join in and fart with me. Who knows... maybe someone next to you will rip a good one right as you blast a trumpet solo. You can then give each other that secret nod that says, "yeah... I read the blog."

Please post a comment on here after you've ejected your quality methane.

Smell you at 9!

PS - I ate General Tso's Chicken with a beer chaser. It's busy fermenting in the Pits of Hell, building up some good pressure.

UPDATE: I managed to fire off a wet bubbler. I was alone at the time, so you'll have to trust that it was quite zesty! Next time I do this, I'll figure out how to make it more immersive - maybe I'll record an MP3...

Why Girls Don't Fart

Thanks to @farts_are_funny, I found this little gem. I only watched it 10 or 15 times, but after every viewing, I mumbled to myself: Could this really be true???

Flatulent Comments Fall Flat

Several people have contacted me, wondering why their comments are not showing up. While I do moderate the comments, I have not been seeing any come in lately.

Trying to diagnose this, I changed the comment entry form to be a pop-up instead of an embedded form. This seems to be working better.

If you've tried to leave a comment recently and it's not showing up, and you have the gumption to re-post for all of us Constant Flatulators to enjoy, I'd be super-appreciative! And, just to be sure things are ok, feel free to reply to me via twitter @constflatulence to let me know there's a comment sitting in SBD state, waiting to be detected by my olfactory receptors...