There is a less distinct flavour and it is more challenging to identify the culprit when there are so many parping particpants. It is like the old saying too many cooks spoil the broth. In the case too many stinkers ruin the pong. … More PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Gathering Guffer?
‘Time for the chorus,’ Sebastian waved his hands in the air as if conducting an orchestra. All the Little Stinkers united in song. ‘Ohhh it stinks… it smells so bad… the rancid stench makes us so sad… … More Time for a Ponga-long Sing Song about a Pertinent Pong!
Imagine being at the bottom of a hill and a mass of these menacing murk makers rolling at speed in your direction. Then when they arrive they all unfurl as one and…. Boom-bottomy-doom! … More PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Tangy Twerper?
This Little Stinker is quite an innovation. Most stinks, as we know come from bottoms, although there are some rather breathy badduns’ as well. Now, how many drooling creatures do you know that can fly? Precisely – what fun? … More PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are you? A Dastardly Drooler?
The calm rippling motion when they arrive and their funny beaver faces make you relax and enjoy the spectacle. Yet, that relaxation is destroyed when they become fartistic, create a random image that then evaporates into a terrible stench. … More PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Pump-kin?
Now imagine gathering a group of them together, all humming their own tunes then you certainly have the potential for absolute aggravation. Now combine that with a fruity fragrant fart and you have a catastrophic combination. … More PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Hideous Hummer?
There I was caught up in new inventive sports involving food items and… surprise… a refund. You must have read my emails and thought ‘we can’t take much more of this…’ … More That Refund You Owe Me – Thank You for The Refund
What an awful job. How they smile at guests when they have been on the receiving on of rectal rage! … More That Refund You Owe Me – A Bad Smell!
Then I heard a story about a pair of false teeth being left on a chair and someone sitting on them so they essentially bit the unsuspecting victim on the arse… … More That Refund You Owe Me – False Teeth
I think one of my favourite sleep walking stories is from a friend of mine who quite often sleep walks. She is known for wandering through the work’s disco in her underwear during one such sleep walking expedition. … More That Refund You Owe Me – Nakedness
