I would like to say right away that this has NEVER happened to me.
(So don’t worry, this wasn’t inspired by you.)
Today’s strip has no purpose other than a cheap gag that points out the double standards we sometimes have as men. It’s not something I go around spreading or encouraging, but I would be lying if I said I never accidentally let one sneak by when I wasn’t expecting it. It’s like that surprise burp that comes up in a split second. You just can’t always feel one coming. But it’s expected from men. We grunt, scratch, and smell. From women, on the other hand, we seem to have this ideal notion that they are incapable to making that sound. So in those rare moments when we do hear a woman toot (because ladies don’t fart), it shocks us to the core. Deep inside we know women have the same functions as men, but in our minds it’s not something we like to think about.
Oh sure, blame your girlfriend.
It’s not blaming if she actually did it.
The blog post is the genius thing here … awesome writing!
Why thank you, Prof. Blacula Jim Kelly Ripa.
you would think at this point in his life he would know how to unclog a shitter
HIRED!
“I smell the secrets that you keep,
when you’re farting in your sleep.”
That’s bathroom stall worthy. In fact I might go carve it into the office stall right now.
Girls fart; it happens. To be honest, I was expecting this to end differently.
Virgil’s eyes in panel three made me laugh.
Thanks. I’m starting to play around with their eye expressions a little more. Adding the folds and creases adds more emotion into them.
I really like the coloring you did with the background on this one.
Thanks, Bill. I’m actually happy with how this turned out as well.
Some flowers are just smelly!
Especially if they are called Stench Blossoms.
One man’s flower is another’s stealth pootie.
That was poetry. Straight up poetry.
Even delicate flowers get constipated.
Yes they can.