The act of releasing gas from ones anus, which is usually accompanied by a foul smell. Can be used as an excuse or a weapon.
Sorry mom, I cant go to the reunion today, my stomach is upset. If you dont believe me, smell one of my farts.
Guy 1. Hey, get off my Beer
Guy 2. No way man, you lost it.
Guy 1. Ill Fart on you.
Guy 2. OK man take it.
Guy 1. Hey, get off my Beer
Guy 2. No way man, you lost it.
Guy 1. Ill Fart on you.
Guy 2. OK man take it.
by SPPIIKKE May 21, 2003
by Maxwell September 25, 2003
by t-p 4 my bunghole January 18, 2004
The mating call of the corn holing faggot.
When one poofter hears another one fart, he responds, either with a fart of his own or verbally.
Rowdy Texas poofters call out "Chow Time!"
High-class poofters say, "Dinner Call!"
When one poofter hears another one fart, he responds, either with a fart of his own or verbally.
Rowdy Texas poofters call out "Chow Time!"
High-class poofters say, "Dinner Call!"
Not wanting to waste a lot of time talking, Armistead traipsed into a gay bar, lifted his leg a trifle, and blasted out a tremendous fart. The stentorian trumpet call echoed through the room and drew many approving glances.
Tex hollered "Hot damn! He's brought out the big guns!"
Lemony minced over to Armistead, bent over, and spoke sweet words to his arse:
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
He inhaled through his nose, loud and long, then continued,
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives.
"You'll do fine," said Armistead as he took Lemony's fluttering wrist and escorted him from the bar.
Tex hollered "Hot damn! He's brought out the big guns!"
Lemony minced over to Armistead, bent over, and spoke sweet words to his arse:
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
He inhaled through his nose, loud and long, then continued,
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives.
"You'll do fine," said Armistead as he took Lemony's fluttering wrist and escorted him from the bar.
by Cap'n Bullmoose November 11, 2006
by DavidLeeRoth June 29, 2005
by otis June 05, 2004
by Dr. Phill October 08, 2003