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Back with a was a really little kid, I used to believe that if I fart in my pants, the gas would stay there go back up my butt and cause me to fart over and over. So I used to pull down my pants and underwear whenever I farted. Made for some embarrassing times...
I believed that if you farted and lit a match, there would be an explosion. I tried and it didn't work :(
We had a golden retriever who farted constantly in his sleep. I asked my dad why it was doing that and he said: "It's because his skin is too tight, each time he closes his eyes, his butt hole opes and lets out gas!"
There's really no polite way to say this, but for the longest time, I never knew that boys...well, fart. At home, it was always just me and my mom, and of course it never came up at school.
Then when I was ten, my step-brother came along. He wasn't shy by any means, and he left me astounded, frankly.
Even now, four years later, the idea of both sexes farting still seems so weird, I still can't bring myself to do it in front of him. I always have to trot off to the bathroom, cheeks firmly squeezed....
A friend of mine used to believe that girls' farts somehow smelled "sweet, like flowers." I guess he took the whole "sugar and spice" thing a bit too literally. Long story short, he got me to fart in his face to prove it and was swiftly proven wrong.
The really strange thing? We were 14 at the time.
I was always very close to my grandmother. She was very proper...always a lady. One day out of nowhere she passed gas...I went running into the kitchen, because I couldn't believe what I'd heard, and she looked at me and simply said "Did you see that barking spider?" From that point on I would say that at home to my parents because I believed there truly were barking spiders!
For the longest time, I never thought farting was rude or anything. It's just as natural as breathing; how was I supposed to know doing it in public was socially frowned upon?
At home, my sister and I would fart freely, whenever we felt the need, and my parents (though somewhat more inhibited) weren't especially shy, either. I only learned otherwise after one particularly embarassing incident in grade school. ]_]
my butt was alive cause every time i farted i thought it exhaled
My dad used to call farts 'tundra rats' but I thought he was calling them 'thunder rats'. I only realized that he was calling them 'tundra rats' a few years ago.
I used to believe that if you farted you could blow a hole through the chair.
When I was about six years old, my mother told my little brother, two years younger than me, that girls are "made of sugar and spice and everything nice." This made my little brother think that we girls never did things like pass gas. One day, when we were playing outside, I accidentally let one rip, and he came to the conclusion that I was in fact a boy dressed as a girl. He then referred to me as his big brother for the next three years.
My 5 year old cousin informed me that he gets his hair cut at "Fart Kids", where instead of cutting your hair, they fart it off.
I used to think farts were air you had breathed in and out loads of times and was 'used'
When I was younger, I used to believe if you caught all your farts in a jar and then closed the lid real tight after and then caught a lightning bug in the same jar, that when the lightning bug lit up it would cause the fart gas to blow up.
I once overheard someone saying "Whaddya mean! Girls can't fart!" Umm, well. Anyway. I used to believe that farts were natural bombs.
When I was little, my mom didn't like the word "fart" so she used "smelly windy" in it's place. I didn't even know what a fart was until I was 8!
I used to think that you could get balloons only at a gas station, where a line of men would fart into it until it was full.
when i was young, my aunt would tell me and my cousin that if we fart, she would call the children police and that they would come and arrest us in the middle of night! i would always try to hold it in or wouldn't sleep to see what happens if my brother farts!
When I was younger my dad told me that he had what was called a 'poot jar.' He said that everyone had one and if I misbehaved he would take it out and open it and make me smell it.
when i was little, my dad used to say that when you farted, it was the first sign of a poop.
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