just the other day at the pools, i saw a pretty kiwi girl wearing a multicoloured bikini, so pleasing to the eye. one lap, two laps, three laps ... hnnh hnnh hnnh .. tired .. she swims by my side, surfaces up , a little friendly smile. then she goes
BURGGHHHHHHH ...
she 'belch'ed a BIGGIE (like the kiwi say) and i think it could be heard 4 furlongs.
FUH!
incredible! without beer even
it's weird how society has accpeted that burping/belching is ok because whenever i crack a BIGGIE back home, i get pinched and weird looks prompting me to say "EXCUSE ME". like when "in the loo, makin poo", when massive wind is passed, no one bothers to say to the next cubicle, "sorry mate! had some bad oysters yesterday, want some glade freshner?" fuck when most silent killers and dead chickens is released, the culprit can't wait to quickly fuck off in fear that you can recognise him at the LIFTS. what the fuck mate? what am i going to say to you? "hey man, what did you eat yesterday, damn that was one helluva ripper in the loo, it smelt GREAT!" and proceed to shake his hand?
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