Yes but you couldn't like wash it cause even if it didn't spoil the shape which it probably would it would look to clean compared to the rest of the chair
going back to the problem I think the pong is fading and so mabey I'll just leave it a couple more days and hope fully it will of gone completely by then! its not a fart like smell anymore it's more like a stale smell like a rat died in a cupboard smell only not as strong :eek:
once the smell has completely gone op, i suggest you buy yourself a small throw from somewhere like Ikea and then when you next feel a 'farty' session coming on you can run and get it and put it under your bum on the sofa and then at the end of the 'session' when your stomach/bowls have calmed down, you can put the throw in the washing machine and wash it!.... then you won't have the lingering smell for days again......;)
My grandad had a chair that done this. Each of my cousins including me have fallen foul of if.
My nan and grandad had alot of grandchildren and because of this, when we call came to visit at the same time, chairs were scarce. If someone got up their, chair would be lost before they knew it, all except my grandad's chair. My grandad's chair trapped farts, I am sure he did it just so that he got to keep a seat. Whenever a younger cousin who never knew of the chair would rush to it, all the previous victims would watch with an evil glee as the poor child ran across the room and jumped on the chair quick and would look at the rest of us triumphantly. And then there was this whump sound, as all the stale noxious farts were released from the chair and the farts would permeat the air around the child and instantly the stink would stick to their clothes. The poor kid could never get out of the chair quick enough and what with all the pointing and evil mocking laughter from the rest of us a lesson was learned and he/she never sat in my grandad's chair again.
Great Scott! I thought this was going to be a thread discussing the relative merits of the contributions of Kierkegaard and Nietzsche in the formation of the existentialist movement.
I think I'll swing by the 'I've got a pimple in my arse crack' thread, maybe I'll find a more intelligent philosophical debate there!
well believe it or not the smell still hasnt gone so I'm gunna hoover it again with the dyson and put some shake n vac over it first from now on I'll always cock one side of my bum up off the chair to allow the farts to release into the air instead of get locked inside my furniture
Might I suggest going to your local cash &carry and buying a crate of Febreeze? A nice thick adult nappy may absorb all the gaseous emissions next time you feel a bit "trumpy"...
My grandad had a chair that done this. Each of my cousins including me have fallen foul of if.
My nan and grandad had alot of grandchildren and because of this, when we call came to visit at the same time, chairs were scarce. If someone got up their, chair would be lost before they knew it, all except my grandad's chair. My grandad's chair trapped farts, I am sure he did it just so that he got to keep a seat. Whenever a younger cousin who never knew of the chair would rush to it, all the previous victims would watch with an evil glee as the poor child ran across the room and jumped on the chair quick and would look at the rest of us triumphantly. And then there was this whump sound, as all the stale noxious farts were released from the chair and the farts would permeat the air around the child and instantly the stink would stick to their clothes. The poor kid could never get out of the chair quick enough and what with all the pointing and evil mocking laughter from the rest of us a lesson was learned and he/she never sat in my grandad's chair again.
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How would you know what a smelly bum crack smells like
not really although it is kind of funny in a way
My nan and grandad had alot of grandchildren and because of this, when we call came to visit at the same time, chairs were scarce. If someone got up their, chair would be lost before they knew it, all except my grandad's chair. My grandad's chair trapped farts, I am sure he did it just so that he got to keep a seat. Whenever a younger cousin who never knew of the chair would rush to it, all the previous victims would watch with an evil glee as the poor child ran across the room and jumped on the chair quick and would look at the rest of us triumphantly. And then there was this whump sound, as all the stale noxious farts were released from the chair and the farts would permeat the air around the child and instantly the stink would stick to their clothes. The poor kid could never get out of the chair quick enough and what with all the pointing and evil mocking laughter from the rest of us a lesson was learned and he/she never sat in my grandad's chair again.
haha it is a good point lisalisa1
I think I'll swing by the 'I've got a pimple in my arse crack' thread, maybe I'll find a more intelligent philosophical debate there!
Do you mean the fizzy drink with ice cream on top?
http://www.flat-d.com/flatdpremium.html
You can't breathe? Imagine how the poor OP must feel...
absolutely pmsl here!