Stress relief
We've been extremely stressed here at work trying to get a release ready to ship tomorrow night. The days are running together because so many of us haven't been home much over the last two weeks. We think there was a weekend a few days ago, but if so, it was a fuzzy memory that looked a lot like the rest of the week.
In an attempt to relieve the stress around here, I resorted to a trick learned from my son Sam. I believe Sam was in 5th grade at the time. He showed me this amazing technique for creating the most realistic sound of flatulence I've ever heard without actually breaking wind.
The technique requires one or two straws, your armpit and some air. You can actually use one straw, but it's a bit easier to attach two straws together. One end of the tube goes under your pit. Simply blow in the other end, and adjust the pitch accordingly by squeezing your arm tighter to your chest. Even more realistic sounds are produced when the moisture from your breath arrives at your pit (assuming your pit wasn't moist initially).
Still enjoying 5th grade humor like I do, I grabbed a couple of straws and proceeded to break the stress. The office was soon filled with the harmonious sound of laughs intermixed with fake farts.
I'm not sure why farts make people laugh. They've heard it all their lives, and they still laugh out loud. I'm sure God had a purpose.
Back to work.
In an attempt to relieve the stress around here, I resorted to a trick learned from my son Sam. I believe Sam was in 5th grade at the time. He showed me this amazing technique for creating the most realistic sound of flatulence I've ever heard without actually breaking wind.
The technique requires one or two straws, your armpit and some air. You can actually use one straw, but it's a bit easier to attach two straws together. One end of the tube goes under your pit. Simply blow in the other end, and adjust the pitch accordingly by squeezing your arm tighter to your chest. Even more realistic sounds are produced when the moisture from your breath arrives at your pit (assuming your pit wasn't moist initially).
Still enjoying 5th grade humor like I do, I grabbed a couple of straws and proceeded to break the stress. The office was soon filled with the harmonious sound of laughs intermixed with fake farts.
I'm not sure why farts make people laugh. They've heard it all their lives, and they still laugh out loud. I'm sure God had a purpose.
Back to work.

1 Comments:
Gross. My dad still thinks he's a twelve-year-old boy.
Remember all our spit wad fights at Wendy's? Poor Mom.
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