Most men must have heard of the famous club “Le Moulin Rouge” in Paris (France).
On stage there was a lot of oh-la-la going on. Let’s call it mature entertainment.
However, the highest payed artist was Joseph Pujol aka. Le Pétomane (the fartist?).
He could even do request songs, or “in- and exhale” a glass of water.
“It’s a funny squeaky sound!” “ “You couldn’t hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant!”
You know your old when you can walk and fart at the same time
My mother in law thinks we’re very respectful to stand up when she gets up to leave the room. But we all do it so we don’t get crop dusted on her way out.
This thread stinks.