In Norwegian:

Fis (pronounced fees)

Promp (proomp)

These words sound like the act

Hehe, thinking about the fairytale, Rip van Anal could also apply to the curried cabbage barker who near renders you unconscious with his gas.

Actually, I shouldn't refer to 'barkers' as he!  That's prejudicial!  So to be fair and impartial, women are/can be proficient barkers and can peel off a true rip-snorter as good as any man can..

     All of which are end results. Lets start with the sometimes cavernous place where all those gastric juices come into play. I don't know if any of you have heard of or ever went to a burger joint called White Castle but these little gems could wreak havoc down there. They sold for, back in the day, for 0.15 a pop. With cheese .20. Anyway...we'd buy maybe fifteen or twenty and pop 'em down like they was candy. After awhile you'd get this really wierd feeling then either you let one go to wake the dead   or you ran hoping no one was in the bathroom because there was no holding it period.   We nicknamed them belly-bombers or tummy-rumblers   and if you got the onion rings with them...forget about it...instant devastation. Quite a few people left with skid-marks or without their bloomers intact.   It was sometimes hilarious.

 Most of ours were take-out.

Glutious Pootious...wasn't he a Roman Emperor?      or    Glutious Rippious      or      (enter your choice here)

I said that once in my head and it stuck. Sounds like a Harry Potter spell to release the constipation demons.

Hate those demons. They can be a real 'pain in the ass'.

we need an 'ouch' in the digicon home

Actually, Glutious Pootious was the Roman senator supposedly in charge of sanitation just prior to the fall of the Roman Empire.  Apparently he was an avid fan of curried cabbage, which he ate ravenously and eventually clogged up the sewers... or for want of a better term, he filled them with so much gas it reversed the effect of gravity and the downhill flow suddenly became uphill, thus causing the Tiber to rise 6 feet and flood the streets.

Yup, it was the beginning of the end for Rome... people were up to their ankles in turds, and there's Glutious Pootious peeling off thunderous tunic tremors faster than the turd laden water was receding.  The chariot maker couldn't work and the soldiers couldn't train or go out conquering... in other words, raping and pillaging, so they stayed at home where they raped and pillaged instead.

So yeah, Rome became a den of iniquity and a literal cesspool... with Romans now knee deep in turds because the sewers backed up another 3 feet as a result of Glutious Pootious's tumultuous tunic trumpets expelling the contents of the overburdened sewers into the streets.... and the rest is history.  Nero was fast fiddling and a spark from his bow ignited the gas, and thus Rome burned.

Yeah, I know... ordered one from getalife.com yesterday.

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answer: You have a Gov't auditor? If so, ask for the figures of $ in vs. benefits paid over ...say... past 20 years. Also....see if the Pols tapped into it for some other "worthy cause" like new jet fighters and tanks not used for combat.

The one that knocks you out cold for 20 years.

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So it should have been...

wait for it...

'Rome wasn't shat in a day'

or is it shitted...shited..shatted?

Going into a store and leaving traces of yourself whereever you go= crop dusting.

Archeological find!

Roman Captain Gluteus Tootius Maximus's Photo found In Gaulstonius Forum In Roman Dig!

Anything I say here would have me sleeping on the couch for a month.

Yes, we have a Gov't Auditor... but he's too busy looking into tax cheats and Oz companies moving their operations offshore to exploit cheap labour, thus killing off thousands of Aussie jobs.  Besides, these insurance rip-offs/rorts have been going on for so long that they're 'accepted' as standard practice... and the fact that insurance companies have contributed/are contributing greatly to spiralling patient care costs is being ignored.  As for insurance companies helping out gov't with planes and tanks, no way, that'd mean fewer luxury yatchs, private jets and mansions for execs.

Even the earmuffs don't help... and standing too close will actually blow them off... it's like standing in a wind tunnel at an aeronautical test site.

                                                                                                                                                              A happy wife, a happy marriage, Isn't that how the saying goes.? . 

Apparently, Rome burned for 10 or more days... so one could safely say it was the largest, most prolonged methane propelled demolition in history... or alternatively, Rome was shite in 10 days.

And the moon is made of Swiss cheese!  Let's just say that I've known more than one woman in my time who could peel off a phewsilanimous panty powderpuff that made my eyes water... and be proud of it, too.  Yup, there are ample methane mistresses around who can rival, if not better the best efforts of men... true paint peelers, some of those feminine fairy farts.

I'm with you on this one.. that's why I didn't elaborate, name names. 

All serious daring starts from within. Like the Toots!

     Let that be a lesson to you people. Rome started on a hill of shit. Romulus reamed his brother Remus and claimed the shit pile for himself. He built Rome on that and it took him 27.36139 years to pile up all the phewsilanimus panty powderpuff feminine fairy toots bottled at barkerfinery down the road at a cost of 17.4627 dracmas per bottle storing them under the hill until they was ripe enough to set out in the sun where they popped and incited the populace around the hill to build very large extravagant pillared Parthenons and Colliseums and such like so's Glutious Pootious Maximus' could set up another pile os shit letting the emanations collect in the surplus magnetic bottles what held the highly concentrated super duper plasmabarks he used to conquer the world before he was forced to go home 'cause the fem radical left hand movement threatened to toot so hard as to manifest a second coming of starkerbarkmeister. Not good. Glutious Pootious headed for another shit pile. Nero burned his and then Sodom and Gamorah was reduced to oozing puddles of greenish/brown goop when somebody (pssst...it was Cleo's cow but you didn't hear it from me) knocked over the lantern and set off the worlds first toxic mononuclear emanation that today is commonly known as a starkerbark.

I will be forwarding this to all the Italian Restaurants in your vicinity. Enjoy your next helping of gnochis.

There ain't none. They all abdicated in favor of all the pussilaneous nonsense emanating fron the local college. The science departments have been experimenting again with quantum barks which is why it's been raining here for the past week or so. Upset the natural order of things it did. Has to rain that much to wash away all the toxic goo when Jerry Springer sprung.