Possibly I’m over-worked.
Possibly it’s a sign of early dementia.
But as I walked to work this morning I found myself musing on whether there is a medical condition whereby people name their own farts and whether this condition has an appropriately double-barrelled Latin sounding title.
“Hello, I’m Billy Nomates and I suffer from Flatulence Nomenclature Disorder.”
If there is such a condition and it doesn’t yet have a medical title can I patent F.N.D?
Hmm.
I think I need a damn good holiday...
5 comments:
Having such sweet children who fart and belch to order I do not believe there would be enough names in the world to name all their farts!(And remember I have all girls who are meant to be 'Sugar and spice and all things nice.....')
Yeah, whatever!
Mmmmm... don't ever visit my blog again there's a good fella ! :)
No I'm sure it's normal, after all I refer to the toilet in our house as the Thunderdome one I've been I've been Beyond Thunderdome, a bit like Mad Max, though I'd be spooked if Tina Turner was in my Bog !
If I found Tina Turner in my bog I'd be questioning what I'd eaten the night before...!
Aly, I'd prefer sugar and spice farts to 'slugs and snails' bottom burgers anyday...!
LOL! Okay, that's one disease I'd never have imagined...;-) Cooool....!
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