Delightful. Reminded me of Chuck before the "Fight Club" rules. I actually read this because I thought it would be about weird cafés, and I just read a gloriously ridiculous article about one in London. But yes, it's a great name for a café.
into the restaurant cabaret. It was, to the relief of all, a room of bland
simplicity. A sprinkling of people sat and conversed out of both ends,
drinking aperitifs at round tables. On a small stage there were bellows-
like contrivances and open frameworks set over pivoting chairs.
Appearing in a cloud of his own waft, Dzupa bowed to Garuvel's
table and let a short, simple fart.
"What you just heard was the emission of a novice student at the
University of Gastric Winds. My trade-fart, however, famous all over
Shoms is....." and he proceeded to cut his booming clarion call.
Klomos, with a pinched look, responded in kind.
"Ah! Very good." Dzupa nodded vigorously. "Although I don't personally subscribe to such angst." He pulled up a stool and sat, with his elbows on the table. "I'm considered something of a virtuoso, you know. Two of the one hundred fourteen main types of flatulence are named for my ancestors. It is an alphabet, you see, that every child
of Ha’nar learns from the time he or she can control the rectal muscles
and the bowel winds. As Bonazumpto, one of the great pioneers of the
art of farting said, 'it is infintely more pleasurable and beneficial to health
to fart outwardly with relish than inwardly with pain.'"
Ya nailed this one, FT. It's one of your more exemplary expositions of arcane concepts related to the sciences and arts of flatulence. Read in my fantasy novel, "The Gods Of The Gift" how an entire culture lent itself to various disciplines of flatulence so that the art of farting became the sine qua non of an entire society. Their norms of entertainment and every day communication tended to break down into howls of laughter. Why are farts so fuckin' funny?
So: is he saying marmalade is a cure for erectile dysfunction?
Important: The one with less sugar
Indeed Davy. Do you need? lol
Wow! I just found out you’re Australian, unless that part is fictional. I assume the rest is a true story
Top Ass 😅
Delightful. Reminded me of Chuck before the "Fight Club" rules. I actually read this because I thought it would be about weird cafés, and I just read a gloriously ridiculous article about one in London. But yes, it's a great name for a café.
Fart Camp 🏕️ Damn, he could even suck Rita’s horse tits and get a discount. That’s just how things work in Australia. 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Just took the A train through an orderly insane asylum.
to quote from The Gods Of The Gift:
When they had rested, the pilgrims descended
into the restaurant cabaret. It was, to the relief of all, a room of bland
simplicity. A sprinkling of people sat and conversed out of both ends,
drinking aperitifs at round tables. On a small stage there were bellows-
like contrivances and open frameworks set over pivoting chairs.
Appearing in a cloud of his own waft, Dzupa bowed to Garuvel's
table and let a short, simple fart.
"What you just heard was the emission of a novice student at the
University of Gastric Winds. My trade-fart, however, famous all over
Shoms is....." and he proceeded to cut his booming clarion call.
Klomos, with a pinched look, responded in kind.
"Ah! Very good." Dzupa nodded vigorously. "Although I don't personally subscribe to such angst." He pulled up a stool and sat, with his elbows on the table. "I'm considered something of a virtuoso, you know. Two of the one hundred fourteen main types of flatulence are named for my ancestors. It is an alphabet, you see, that every child
of Ha’nar learns from the time he or she can control the rectal muscles
and the bowel winds. As Bonazumpto, one of the great pioneers of the
art of farting said, 'it is infintely more pleasurable and beneficial to health
to fart outwardly with relish than inwardly with pain.'"
Ya nailed this one, FT. It's one of your more exemplary expositions of arcane concepts related to the sciences and arts of flatulence. Read in my fantasy novel, "The Gods Of The Gift" how an entire culture lent itself to various disciplines of flatulence so that the art of farting became the sine qua non of an entire society. Their norms of entertainment and every day communication tended to break down into howls of laughter. Why are farts so fuckin' funny?
Thanks, Champ. I appreciate your kind words 🙏💚