The Folly of the Fart

“Laughter is the music of the soul.”

It almost seems unfair from a certain perspective.

At age three, flatulence is act worth of hilarity and worship, should it be loud and long enough. Yet, at age thirty, the same act is feared, no matter how long or loud.

In youth, the expelling of gas from the rear of the body is called a “fart;” at thirty, it is called an “embarrassment.” And shall I dare say, the youth deem the Fart the most side-splitting occurrence since Spongebob Squarepants; adults find The Fart a humiliating happening and will do anything in their rectal power to prevent its release. From holding one’s breath to squeezing the buttocks together if only to halt the vile thing from exiting, especially in public!

What of the Belch or “burp” if you will. The youth opens wide his mouth and lets rip that gusting sound of satisfying pleasure, but the adult must swallow that feeling of throat eruption.

Open wide, be boisterous, be proud. . . and let it rip!

*Image Credit (artwork used with permission through CC license)–
“Laughter” by leodelrosa

 

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QOTD Woody Allen

I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose. ~Woody Allen

 

 

 

*Image Credit (artwork used with permission through CC license)–
“The laughter of the snowy owl” by nemodus

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