The putrid, rythimic
production of successive farts, characterized my the rapid motion of
machine guns, that produces overt, suffocating fumes that reflect those of dismembered, decomposing corpses and defecated, moldy
genitalia.
(American Version)
Stacy's
disturbing machine gun fart caused our couch to vibrate like a cheap, pleather, coin operated mall massage chair and produced, simoltaneously, the odor of rotting eggs and grandma Natzi's dirty, fungus infested feet.
(Bronx Version)
"Shit! that nastyass slutt be maching gunning ma crib. She smell like ma boi's used condoms.
That bitch gonna get shot."
(Wife Beater Version)
"Yo white ho slutt! Dat bitch better stop gunning up da crib 'fore I slap her up."
(British Version)
"Darling..."
"Yes dear?"
"Your machine gun fart is
disturbing me, I dare say. I'm quite sorry, but you indeed hint of the fumes related to bare assed monkeys in heat."
"Oh dear me! I should have foregone the prune stuffed peppers and
pepto bismol!"
(Bosnian Version)
"Evvo, Evooo!"
"Ma sta je Mile?"
"Ma smirdi mi na crepane macke i usrane gatce. Sta mi ovde prdis po caucu kao ratnik?"
"Jebem ti mater. Jebi ga, nije ni moje dupe rutavo! I ti bi putco puske da si kusno Jabukovacu!"
