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I used to believe that if you stood in front of an open woodstove when it was hot, and farted, the tozic fumes of the fart would catch fire. I tried this many times, and so did my brother, but alas we could never make our farts catch fire.
when iwas like 9yrs old i believed that i had to do 2 farts after whatever i ate or else i would explode i always blamed it on the food i still do
i used to think if you didn't fart within 1 year when you were about to fart you'd explode.
I used to believe that a fart was a bubble (like a soap bubble) with a little chunk of poo in it. When the bubble burst, it made the fart sound and the smell of the poo-chunk would come out.
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"
I remember being at a restaurant when I was little and my mom said something about the Nazis "gassing the Jews" and I thought she was saying "gassing the juice". I figured it meant when you try to fart but it squirts instead. I couldn't understand why my mom would be talking about something so disgusting while we were eating. (I guess what she was actually talking about wasn't very pleasant dinner conversation either.)
When I was little I thought that if you farted the smell would stay by your butt. So whenever I did I'd try to make sure to stay away from people, and under NO circumstances turn my back to anyone close by.
I believed that a giant cartoon-like skunk tail, black with stripe, would pop out your butt when you farted, and go back in before you could see it, which explained the "pop" feeling that comes with a fart.
After seeing the Nutty Professor, I was scared to death to fart around a lit match or a stove. I believed that if I farted around these fire hazards that the world would explode into a big-ass mushroom cloud due to gas-caused explosions. One day, I accidentally let one rip after eating several frozen burritoes. I was terrified to realize that I let one go near my aunt's gas stove. The gas was on high while the stove was cooking my aunt's boiled eggs. I ran away screaming for my life like a savage/ Running outside flailing my arms around at every passing car that the world was going to explode any minute because I farted a big one.
Man, I was dumb.
When I was young my dad used to lean against things like a wall or tree,or he would bend over and pick something up and he would rip a long loud one. Then say something like"did you hear that? the tree is moving" or "sounds like this thing is broken".He now walks stairs and says"creeky stairs, i better fix them soon"
I Used to Beleve that if you sang this song it would make your farts seem better so here it is Beans Beans the More you Eat the More you Toot but singing that didnt help at all
As a child I believed that if I did not pull my fathers finger that he could explode. Now that I have a child of my own, I have instilled this fear in her.
Upon asking my mum why she never farted, she told me that mum's couldn't fart after having children, because it messed up 'that' part of your body. And I think I actually believed it well into my teens!
When I was little, I always thought that if you held a burp in, it turned into a fart; and if you held in a fart, it turned into a burp.
When I was younger I used to think that when someone said, "He is going to the gas chamber" that the "gas" was farts. I envisioned a bunch of people pressing there butts into holes in the wall and expelling gas. The gas was either bottled or the "victim" was in the room while the gas was being expelled. I now know the real meaning of the saying, but I still get a laugh out of my original thought.
Never hold back a fart. if you do it builds up in your brain and causes shitty ideas
When I was little i thought that when i farted, it ment that my butt burped
I remember when my sister was about 5, she would not fart in the tub. She thought that it would form a smelly-film on top of the water that would kling to every inch of your body when you were ready to get out of the tub.
When I was little, I used to enjoy smelling my farts. If I farted in public, I would have a disgusted look on my face and I would pretend to cover my nose but I would actually sniff them in deeply. I did this because I believed that smelling something strong and rancid would make my sense of smell stronger and able to smell the worst of things. Good times, good times..
One time my dad told me that if I fart and burp at the same time, you would implode. I tried and tried, but I couldn't do it. About six mounths later my dad told me that it wasn't true. That means I told all my friends a lie!