Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Thursday, 21 February 2019

Friday Fart Game: Who Did It?

I know what everyone is thinking: "Filthie, ya fuggin pig! How does a guy chit an entire jet airliner?!?!" The answer is simple: I didn't! No, it wasn't me, and while you were correct to suspect it... this wasn't any of the Usual Suspects either. Because of our numerous psychological problems and behavioural issues - we aren't allowed on planes.

Something like that requires fermented and partially digested health foods - the kind that a dedicated martial artist might eat. My money is on TB or ASM. Mind you, grumpy old farts tend toward health food too so the list of suspects might be expanded to include Harry and M as well. That's the thing about the Fart Game - it only seems to produce smelly losers, HAR HAR HAR!!! I am thankful indeed that I don't smell like any a those guys. Feel free to chip in with your suspicions and accusations in the comments.

Perhaps we should turn our attention to games more worthy of our talents and participation? Tom has just the ticket for us - especially given that we are headed back into the deep freeze!

Stompin' Tom, vintage retard road hockey - does life
get any better?
Methinks not.
Does anybody know who the guys in yellow were,
playing the Loafs? Pittsburg, maybe?

Keep yer stick on the ice and have a great Friday!

1 comment:

  1. Not me Kemosabe...have not been on a commercial plane since 9/11 and I don't fly on any plane that I am not at the controls of myself.