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I worked with a guy who thought that farts were microscopic pieces of poo and he was afraid he would get sick if he breathed them. He was 23!
My dad told me, when i was about 6, that if i farted with my head under the blanket, my hair will become curly. I didn't buy that, but my younger brother did. The funny thing is that his hair later on really became curly:D
I used to believe when my dad filled the car up with gas, he put the hose in the car and went inside to fart in a funnel to fill it up.
I believed that when you farted, bubbles came out from your bum. And I couldn't figure out how come there were never any just hanging around. And then one day I figured it out! The bubbles were popping on our clothes (underwear), of course! It made total sense.
I use to believe that because it was cold outside and you could see your breath, that if I farted everyone could see it come out from my butt ((somehow through what i was wearing)) just like you could with your breath.
Up until 8th grade or so, I was convinced that I invented the word "Fart"
I used to believe that if you sniffed up a stinky fart, that no one else could smell it. I tested my theory one day in class and when it didn't work, that's when I stopped believing.
I also used to believe when you farted, your "fart cloud" would float around the world.
I used to beleive that the clouds were evrybodies farts. And if everybody kept farting soon the sky would be clogged up with cloud. It was when i was 8 in a geography class and i told the teacher the clouds were our farts that i found out that clouds werent our farts after a large amount of teasing
I used to believe that if I turned my head and looked at my butt when I farted, I would see the fart coming out. So one day I went into the bathroom naked and looked at my butt until I farted. I was very disappointed when I saw that farts are invisible.
When I was little my dad used to tell me that when he farted, that if I breathed it in I wouldn't get a cold in the winter
I used to believe that when I 'popped off', as long as I said 'Pardon me' it wouldn't smell. I hate to think how many times I farted in company and then quietly whispered 'pardon me', thinking no-one else would ever know what I had done!
I used to believe that the natural gas trucks you see on the road were filled up with fart gas. I thought that people hooked up a hose to their butt and farted as hard as they could,the gas would travel up the hose into the trucks tank. That's why I always thought natural gas was so expensive.
my mom told me girls shouldnt fart its not lady like. but i found it simply hilarious but every time i did it she gave me this look so once i put a air freshener in my pants and hopped she wouldn't notice.
When I was a kid and my father would fart he would tell me it was a mouse on a motorcycle.
I, of course, would go looking for it.
when i was little i thought that a skunk lived inside me and whenever he got pissed off he would spray causing me to fart...sadly i didn't realize it wasn't true until i was ten
I used to believe there were ducks that
lived under my Dad's chair because when he farted he would declare "Must be a duck in here"
If i farted in the tub the bubbles would be different shapes.
When I was young I apparently had a curious belief about farting. My parents found this out when I announced, after one particularly loud fart, that I had a horn in my bottom.
My mom used to say that if you farted to much ,when you got old that you butt would become loose and you wouldn't be able to hold you poop in and you'd poop your pants.
I used to think that farting was the sound the food I ate crying. My uncle used to tell me 'Dont be embarrassed about farting in public, A fart is just the cry of a lonely turd'
Then hed do his famous fart poem
Excuse the gas that had to pass
just be happy I have a clean ass.
He was pretty gross!
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