Originally Posted by
the evil twin
Ahhh yes... reminds me that the noble art of lighting a fart is rapidly becoming lost to humanity. One used to be able to pass (excuse the pun) hours of quality time with ones mates. A slab or two (each), copius BBQ onions, licorice, peanuts or whatever your fuel of choice, a darkened but well ventilated room, throw in a Bic Lighter, disable the fire alarms and voila instant entertainment.
Perhaps the physical and emotional scars of attending the Emergency Department to have the molten remains of nylon jocks removed (including a goodly amount of body hair) after a mistimed ignition or that worst horror of all, an uncommanded blow back, has become too traumatic an event for modern youth? Have they not the mental toughness to just say Bugger it and go 'Commando'?
And that pay day favourite after the pub on the outskirts of town that was the most 'flexible' with the actual age of patrons closed and we retired to the river bank with a carton of long necks, yes my friends, I speak of...... Faggot Racing.
From a time when 'faggot' had a different meaning entirely and participation was a culmination of that long climp to the pinnacle of manliness and victory guaranteed to win the heart of the maidens of dubious morality known to frequent such venues.
Where using pages from a broadsheet newspaper to manufacture your faggot was considered akin to underarm bowling and a premature leap into the river to extinguish the flames subjected one to scathing derision and the occasional empty long neck. Truly a sport of epic courage and a builder of true character that stays with a person for a life time.
