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“Nevertheless,” she farted.
She was an enchanting, if toothless woman.
One of my favorite lines from Dimitri Martin’s early work.
as long as it wasnt a quoth
Quoth the butthole: “Nevermore!”
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I was pooping, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of tacobell—
While I nodded, nearly crapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Then she farted and nothing more
Narrated by Vincent Price.
- Sally in the garden
Sifting cinders,
Lifted up her leg and farted like a man.
The bursting of her bloomers
Broke sixteen winders,
And the cheeks of her ass went “Clap! Clap! Clap!”
(Kurt Vonnegut, from “Jailbird”)
- Sally in the garden
Never, the less, she farted.
A tale as old as written language, surely.
