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Quotes About Farted

He had followed the calendar, the years, time- Bird farted. And it came to me, as though it were riding one moment of the gusting wind, as though bird had had it in him all the time and had passed it to me in that one moment of instant corruption.
~ James Welch
Our camels plodded along. Katrina tried to kiss, or possibly spit on Hindenburg, and Hindenburg farted in response. I found this a depressing commentary on boy-girl relationships.
~ Rick Riordan
In the middle of the shower, she'd dozed off and started snoring. Crick had taken footage on his camera, and Deacon had been in the middle of telling him to knock that shit off when she'd farted, choked on a snore, and rolled out of the recliner and onto all fours, screaming, "I'm up, Parry, I'm on my way!
~ Amy Lane
the Trailways bus groaned to a stop in front of the Rexall store, farted shrilly, and opened its door to release the big-bellied sweat-stained driver and the Down Under Trio.
~ Donald E. Westlake
That's how real men settle their differences, through reasoned discussion and a dispassionate analysis. He farted as I reached the inner door, a sign, I decided, of his respect. Alexander
~ Ben Aaronovitch
He farted as I reached the inner door as a sign, I decided, of his respect. Alexander
~ Ben Aaronovitch
Once [the calves] were a year old, you started tiptoeing around them, you started looking at them sideways with disgust and embarrassment like a guest in your home who just farted.
~ Gillian Flynn
Your mother didn't give birth to you," I told him, "but farted you out of her shriveled arsehole.
~ Bernard Cornwell
And in the distance a toad farted ominously.
~ Beth Goobie
Who farted?" Dan asked. "It's our clothes," Amy said. "Our clothes farted?" Dan asked. "I don't know them, ladies and gentlemen," Nellie said under her breath, "never saw them in my life …
~ Peter Lerangis
He doesn't seem that nervous to me," Parker said. Oreo farted audibly. Zoe fanned the air. "See? Nervous." Parker laughed. "My guess would be he's eaten some of your cookies.
~ Jill Shalvis