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“Nevertheless,” she farted.
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.
She was an enchanting, if toothless woman.
One of my favorite lines from Dimitri Martin’s early work.
- 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
A tale as old as written language, surely.
Never, the less, she farted.
