Irv Finkleman wrote:
Let it out in morse code! People will look around to
see which radio it's coming from and you'll remain
undetected.

Seems anyone who can do it at 1kHz is a tight a$$. :-)
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73, Cecil http://www.qsl.net/w5dxp

Cecil Moore wrote:
Irv Finkleman wrote:
Let it out in morse code! People will look around to
see which radio it's coming from and you'll remain
undetected.

Seems anyone who can do it at 1kHz is a tight a$$. :-)
If that were the case, I would design an olfactory DSP to be worn at all
times in public. IT would be tuned to "rose"

In rec.radio.shortwave Slow Code wrote:

If you were in a crowded radio store and had to fart. Would you endure the
pain and hold it in until you were alone, or would you silently let it out
and hope someone else gets blamed for it?

The best course is to go stand next to an old lady,
preferably one who looks wealthy. Let fly with your
pressure-release, then turn to the old lady and whisper
loudly, "Look innocent, lady, and everybody will think
that *I* did it!" :-)

wrote:
The best course is to go stand next to an old lady,
preferably one who looks wealthy. Let fly with your
pressure-release, then turn to the old lady and whisper
loudly, "Look innocent, lady, and everybody will think
that *I* did it!" :-)

That actually happened in a movie at Texas A&M during
the 1950's.
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73, Cecil http://www.qsl.net/w5dxp

The best course is to go stand next to an old lady,
preferably one who looks wealthy. Let fly with your
pressure-release, then turn to the old lady and whisper
loudly, "Look innocent, lady, and everybody will think
that *I* did it!" :-)

That actually happened in a movie at Texas A&M during
the 1950's.
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73, Cecil http://www.qsl.net/w5dxp
OK Cecil. I'll bite, since no one else has.
How do you know that happened?

Wayne wrote:
OK Cecil. I'll bite, since no one else has.
How do you know that happened?

I was in the movie theater at the time and the
culprit, whom I recognized, lived in the same
dorm as I. I believe the date was late 1956.
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73, Cecil http://www.qsl.net/w5dxp

At Heathrow Airport, a 300-foot long red carpet is stretched out to Air Force One. Mr.
Bush strides to a warm but dignified handshake from Queen Elizabeth II.

They ride in a silver 1934 Bentley limousine to the edge of central London where they
board an open, 17th Century coach hitched to six magnificent white matching horses.

As they ride toward Buckingham Palace, each looking sideways and waving to the thousands
of thousands of cheering Brits lining the streets, all is going well.

But suddenly the right rear horse lets fly with the most horrendous, earth-rending,
eye-smarting blast of gastronomic flatulence ever heard in the British Empire, including
Bermuda, Tortola and The Falkland Islands. It shakes the coach. Uncomfortable, but
under control, the two dignitaries of state do their best to ignore the whole incident.

But then the Queen decides that's ridiculous. She turns to Mr. Bush and explains,
"Mr. President, please accept my regrets.... I'm sure you understand that there are
some things that even a Queen cannot control."

George W. Bush, ever the gentleman, replies, "Your Majesty, please don't give the
matter another thought ... you know, if you hadn't said something, I would have thought
it was one of the horses."


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If you were in a crowded radio store and had to fart. Would you endure the
pain and hold it in until you were alone, or would you silently let it out
and hope someone else gets blamed for it?

The best course is to go stand next to an old lady,
preferably one who looks wealthy. Let fly with your
pressure-release, then turn to the old lady and whisper
loudly, "Look innocent, lady, and everybody will think
that *I* did it!" :-)

Which reminds me of an old limerick:

I sat next to the Duchess at tea,
Which was simply the wrong place to be.
Her rumblings abdominal
Were simply phenomenal,
And everyone thought it was me!

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Five boxes preserve our freedoms: soap, ballot, witness, jury, and cartridge
NRA Life Member and Rifle, Pistol, & Home Firearm Safety Certified Instructor
Certified Instructor for the Kansas Concealed-Carry Handgun license

wrote in :

If you were in a crowded radio store and had to fart. Would you endure
the pain and hold it in until you were alone, or would you silently
let it out and hope someone else gets blamed for it?

The best course is to go stand next to an old lady,
preferably one who looks wealthy. Let fly with your
pressure-release, then turn to the old lady and whisper
loudly, "Look innocent, lady, and everybody will think
that *I* did it!" :-)

Which reminds me of an old limerick:

I sat next to the Duchess at tea,
Which was simply the wrong place to be.
Her rumblings abdominal
Were simply phenomenal,
And everyone thought it was me!



I think if you're standing next to farting royalty, you're required to
take the blame.

Sc

Slow Code wrote:


I think if you're standing next to farting royalty, you're required to
take the blame.

not in the USA

Slow Code:kook on parade

Sc