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When I was younger, My Dad told me if I go outside and fart in a jar then close it, I could capture it and it would glow in the dark... I tried it.
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the best of farting
When I was younger, My Dad told me if I go outside and fart in a jar then close it, I could capture it and it would glow in the dark... I tried it.

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My cousin used to tell me that if you drank the fizz from a soda that it would make you fart for a whole day, and I believed her!
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i used to think that farts came out as a little orange cloud.
My dad would say "The snake's are barking" when he farted.
My friends grandmother would say after breaking wind.There goes an aeroplane you'll smell the exhaust soon.
I now say thats the floor creaking
When I was younger, I used to think that farts were food in the gas form, and that they would shoot out if it got too crowded in the stomach.
I used to refer to farts as 'urpies' up until I was about 8.
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I used to think my dad had magic farts because when he put a match to it, it would shoot out a blue flame.
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i was scared to fart outside in cold weather because i thought u would be able to see the steam.
when ever i farted i used to think that it would cause a hurricane in another part of the world so when ever i heard of or saw a hurricane on the news i would go into my room crying thinking i killed 1000s of people
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I used to think when i was a little kid that when you felt wind in your face the person in front of you farted really bad
when i was a kid i used to think farts were another person in my tummy talking and he had bad breath
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 that if you farted on a cold day, steam would come out of your butt. I even tried farting in the cold and spinning around quickly to catch it.
When I was a kid my sister once told me that it was a sin to hold back a fart in Church. The reason she gave - concentrating on holding in the fart would distract your attention from the service, and you were supposed to give all your attention to the service. She even told me that because people are supposed to freely fart in Church whenever they get an urge to, that's why the seats are called "pews". Well, it seemed to make sense to me at the time. But by the time I had only let a few good farts in Church, I clearly found out that doing so did NOT meet with my parents' approval. I guess I then began to realize my sister had been playing with me.
when my sister was little, she believed that when you farted it came out of your mouth and when you burped it came out of your butt...now you may not think its funny...but then it was hilarious.
when i was a little kid, when my dad always farted he would say "there goes another barking spider." whenever he said that, i would dive on the floor looking for it.
When i was little my friends convinced me that when i heard somebody else fart that it was really me.And they told me that no body would know if i sniffed them up quickly enough.Needless to say, my friends constantly tried to fart so that could watch me turn around and sniff untill i thaught it was gone.
When I was in third grade,we were taking a test and I farted and it came out soooooooo loud and it sounded strangely like a horn. Everyone turned around and looked out the window thinking that a big truck had went by and blew its horn. I turned around and went with it, because i didn't want anybody to know it was me.
when i was a child my father would fart and then point over to the picture frame over the couch and say there was a barking spider behind the frame!!
When I was younger, I thought that when you farted, a little brown, smelly bubble would pop out of your butt, and then it would pop loudly. When it popped, a nasty-smelling gas would be released, and if some of the gas got on your clothing, you would smell bad forever. This resulted in: a) me looking behind myself after farting (to see the bubble) and b) me jumping as soon as I farted (so no gas got on my clothes!)