What
People Call You: Mr. Magoo
EHMO: 45
Explain That Odor: All 3 with a touch of
Juniper berry
Date: 6/8/00
Time: 10:20:43 PM
Comments
Dancing fish always tickle my fancy.
What People Call You:
Chet
EHMO: 45
Explain That Odor: Candyman
Date: Wednesday, July 19, 2000
Time: 05:33:55 PM
Comments:
Well, I for one would like to see some candy.
What
People Call You: Howard Polenberg
Explain That Odor: male
Date: Friday, July 21, 2000
Time: 08:58:19 AM
Comments:
I just found you today
What
People Call You: mike
Explain That Odor: male
Date: Wednesday, August 16, 2000
Time: 06:18:45 PM
Comments:
its neat
What
People Call You: tammy
EHMO: f
Explain That Odor: insane
Date: Friday, September 22, 2000
Time: 11:31:01 AM
Comments
imm weird im a natural weirdo i enjoy being odd it makes me happy tthough
im saddly evil
What
People Call You: Amanda
EHMO: W
Explain That Odor: computer engineer
Date: Saturday, September 30, 2000
Time: 03:55:05 PM
Comments:
Did anyone try it? Sometimes when I have to "go" for gas - i take a cake
out of a fridge, get undressed (put my dress aside walking stark naked) -
bending down my arse to a cake and go full blast. I don't know why it turn me
on, but when my husband Chris smells it and sees the vision he can almost pass
out out of passion and exhilaration. I guess we're the only couple in the entire
world to enjoy such a game as a foreplay. Or am i wrong and more women enjoy
farting on cakes like that to thrill their hubbies?
Amanda from Madisonville, KY
PS It started off as a revenge prank I did on my ex-boyfriend. I was pissed about him cheating on me so I let loose of some gas on his food. It made him crazy about me so I continue, and now my lovie-dovie husband is a fan of this.
What
People Call You: Dalanee Dawkins
EHMO: 543
Explain That Odor: a women
Date: Tuesday, October 17, 2000
Time: 05:10:38 PM
Comments:
naked ladies (im a lesbeind)
What
People Call You: Carmen
EHMO: ??
Explain That Odor: female
Date: Sunday, October 22, 2000
Time: 01:21:39 PM
Comments
'k vind het wel een grappige page...
[GeekMaster: Drop by sometime and we can eat Kippers and listen to Bjork music, kay?]
What
People Call You: STEVE NIBLACK
EHMO: 100
Date: Tuesday, October 31, 2000
Time: 02:11:17 AM
What
People Call You: Karl
Explain That Odor: Fury
Date: Thursday, November 02, 2000
Time: 06:01:08 PM
Comments
TRUE STORY
Hi, my name is confidential and I'm about to disclose to you a very discrete matter between my girlfriend and I, which I would readily like to share with you. But first, let me introduce to you my breath-taking girlfriend Kris. She's 19 y/o, tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed, a shiny smile of kindness. As to the physical aspects, she's very attractive, having lush tits, curved shaped-up luscious ample ass. As a daughter of a G.I. Lieutenant-Colonel of Norwegian extraction, and a German nurse, she looks very "Nordic", very alike to a typical Scandinavian. She works at a well-known esteem restaurant in New York City and used to work at "7-Eleven" in Chevron gas station down in Pennsylvania. Well, for couple of years she's been having a bizarre habit/hobby, - farting on cream cakes... (beats me) It's amazing to see her taking off her pants, exposing her bare butt before me, then bending over, squatting with it to the cake, and vigorously breaking winds all over it. It's so weird! Once I decided to get down to it and asked her as to the meaning of this bizarre fetish, so she told me that it has turned her on since being a little girl. Beats me! She can hardly even explain it to herself! So one day while I was visiting her at the restaurant, she approached me, took a cake out of the fridge, got undressed and carried out her constant ritual. I got suddenly so turned on, that my prick thought of punching my stretched pants, so I took 'em off. Astonished and grateful, I stared at my lover performing the ceremony easily and slowly, thanking Jesus Lord for her beauty. She bent down to place her ass in front of the cake, while I'm standing in the corner watching her drawing near her slit and sh*thole to approximately 2-3 inches from the cake, waiting patiently for the digestion gases to accumulate, then be thrust out of her body to meet the benign cake. She told me she'd had the beans, so she was equipped with a lot of farts just to be proud of. After she let out a silent one, felt only due to its odor, she broke winds loudly, about 5 or 6 in a row, every one of them sounded like a canon bombardment, or at least - a starting motorcycle. The last one lasted 7 whole seconds. I think she passed gas at 500 ml bulk sum total. Initially the smell was hot, strong and condensed as the molecules were too dense. After a while when it began to spread, it has become sharp, punctual and less offensive. After about 20 seconds it felt all over the room, surprisingly turning me on. She raised from the bending position, getting up on her feet. As for the cake- after a few minutes it was a total mess, looked full of fungi and all sorts of bacteria and sour, still carrying Kris' wonderful smell. Couple of minutes later a good looking young fella entered the restaurant and asked for a pie. Kris served him the foul smelling cake. He ate it unabruptly, unaware of the drama which had taken place just before. I was watching the scene while it was going on, I couldn't hold it in, and rushed to the staff's bathroom, bursting out laughing, lying on the floor twisting, until my belly was sore. 10 minutes later, after recovering from the wild laughter, I went out of the facility just to encounter the funny guy holding his stomach, with a tormented expression on his face, speeding all the way to get rid of the foul cake. I think he's just had at least 150 million germs...
Bon appetite!
[GeekMaster: Karl AKA "The Cake fart Man"]
What
People Call You: teeta
EHMO: 37b
Explain That Odor: beast
Date: Saturday, January 13, 2001
Time: 12:50:49 AM
Comments
not seen a thing
What
People Call You: Blues
Explain That Odor: yer damn daddy
Date: Thursday, January 25, 2001
Time: 09:33:12 PM
Comments
I think its damn sure different, just keep doin' what yer doin' no
complaints from us...oh yeah, thanks.
[GeekMaster: You're very welcome]
What
People Call You: corey
EHMO: 99
Explain That Odor: male
Date: Thursday, February 08, 2001
Time: 08:14:42 PM
Comments
cool
What
People Call You: juan
EHMO: men
Date: Tuesday, February 27, 2001
Time: 09:00:38 AM
Comments
I like to see a nudes womens
What
People Call You: cake fart Jane
Explain That Odor: cake farting
kunt
Date: Friday, March 23, 2001
Time: 04:16:19 PM
Comments
Hi, my name is Karl and I'm about to disclose to you a very messy matter between
my girlfriend and I, which I would readily like to share with you. Her name is
Kristine, originally from Mesa, AZ. As chief chef at D's in NYC she's directly
subordinated to me. Well, for couple of years she's been having a bizarre
habit/hobby, - farting on cream cakes... That's her prank-like way to treat rude
uncivilized customers. She carries it out behind the stoves at my presence. Now,
we're talking about a famous restaurant in the city, where many celebs,
including mayor Giuliani pay a visit. It's amazing to see her taking off her
pants, exposing her bare butt before me, then bending over, squatting with it to
the cake, and vigorously breaking winds all over it. It's so sexy! Once I
decided to get down to it and asked her as to the meaning of this bizarre
fetish, so she told me that it has turned her on since she was little girl. So
one day while I was visiting her at the restaurant, she approached me, took a
cake out of the fridge, got undressed and carried out her constant ritual. I got
suddenly so turned on, that my prick thought of punching my stretched pants, so
I took 'em off. Astonished and grateful, I stared at my lover performing the
ceremony easily and slowly, thanking Jesus Lord for her beauty. She bent down to
place her ass in front of the cake, while I'm standing in the corner watching
her drawing near her slit and sh*thole to approximately 2-3 inches from the
cake, waiting patiently for the digestion gases to accumulate, then be thrust
out of her body to meet the benign cake. She told me she'd had the beans, so she
was equipped with a lot of farts just to be proud of. After she let out a silent
one, felt only due to its odor, she broke winds loudly, about 5 or 6 in a row,
every one of them sounded like a canon bombardment, or at least - a starting
motorcycle. The last one lasted 7 whole seconds. I think she passed gas at 500
ml bulk sum total. Initially the smell was hot, strong and condensed as the
molecules were too dense. It smelt like the combination of a rotten eggs, a gas
station and fresh feces-turd. After a while when it began to spread, it has
become sharp, diffused and less offensive. After about 20 seconds it felt all
over the room, surprisingly turning me on. She raised from the bending position,
getting up on her feet. Couple of minutes later a good looking young fella
entered the restaurant and asked for a cake. Kristine served him the foul
smelling cake. He ate it unabruptly, unaware of the drama which had taken place
just before. I was watching the scene while it was going on, I couldn't hold it
in, and rushed to the staff's bathroom, bursting out laughing, lying on the
floor twisting, until my belly was sore. 10 minutes later, after recovering from
the wild laughter, I went out of the facility just to encounter the funny guy
holding his stomach, with a tormented expression on his face, speeding all the
way to get rid of the foul cake. I think he's just had at least 150 million
germs...
What
People Call You: peter weinstein
EHMO: 65
Explain That Odor: fury male
Date: Saturday, July 07, 2001
Time: 03:15:42 PM
What
People Call You: roi
Explain That Odor: male
Date: Tuesday, July 24, 2001
Time: 08:24:54 PM
Comments
no comments
What
People Call You: Benjamin Leska
EHMO: wha
Explain That Odor: hmm you figure that
out
Date: Tuesday, August 21, 2001
Time: 09:22:32 PM
Comments
He just saying hi. Um good site. more WEIRD STUFF!
What
People Call You: Johnny Autumn Attic
EHMO: 451
Explain That Odor: "If there's grass on
the field, play ball."
gizzardking2001 @ yahoo.com
Date: Tuesday, September 04, 2001
Time: 04:52:04 AM
This Is My Theory
T'aint nothing more than a...
...well, shovel my snow and call me a
navigable sidewalk. In light of the dental assistant I eloped w/ while my wife
and kids waited for me to return w/ ice cream and whistle-pops, I'm no longer an
advocate for the meek, or the hungry, or the post-modernists that currently
inhabit the bagel shop nearest to your superego.
Comments
HOT -- Turkish box office workers on methadone; Aayliah; "double dipping the
skin-plow"; nurse(s); the connection between missing limbs and night feeding
bull-sharks; fake XTC.
NOT -- Robbing granny's meds; Al Gore's razor; Aayliah; photos of Fred Durst; agency hookers; Puerto Rico; chivalry.
[GeekMaster: Try the cheezy pretzels, they're snazzy]
What
People Call You: oDDHObby Webmaster
EHMO: 45
Explain That Odor: a spatula and turkey
baster
geekmaster @ oddhobby.com
I Created Blondes Using: Really Strong
Teeth
Date: Wednesday, September 05, 2001
Time: 01:09:24 AM
This Is My
Theory
This is a test
to see if visitors can leave their own cartoons!
This is a Spumco cartoon. Click on it and it will take you to our friends at Spumco.
For those of you who don't know who Spumco is...
[GeekMaster:
Double "D" thanks for stopping by, and thanks for the
advice.]
What
People Call You: durtro
EHMO: 42
Explain That Odor: nonbreeder
durtro @ msn.com
I Created Blondes Using: Really Strong
Teeth
Date: Monday, September 17, 2001
Time: 07:57:20 AM
This Is My Theory:
i've seen blondes do this
Comments:
i'm waiting for the locusts of the apocalypse to come and eat my brain
[GeekMaster: My guess is they're vegans so let it scab over or just give it to the cat]
What
People Call You: emmy
EHMO: men
Explain That Odor: no0ioibb
I Created Blondes Using: Stem Cells
Date: Thursday, September 20, 2001
Time: 08:43:15 AM
Comments:
I want sex
What
People Call You: ribenajangle
EHMO: 45
Explain That Odor: any
ribenajangle @ hotmail.com
I Created Blondes Using: Beans, Fancy
with sauce
Date: Monday, September 24, 2001
Time: 04:44:54 PM
This Is My
Theory:
I hate kidney beans and I'm not blonde!
Comments:
funny stuff
What
People Call You: q u e e n i e
EHMO: 6.4
Explain That Odor: joan of arc
queenie @ hermajesty.com
I Created Blondes Using: I'm confused
Date: Monday, October 08, 2001
Time: 10:35:01 PM
What
People Call You: Willum
EHMO: 370
Explain That Odor: asychronous
wfrench @ microsoft.com
I Created Blondes Using: Really Strong
Teeth
Date: Wednesday, October 10, 2001
Time: 04:49:29 PM
This Is My Theory:
you know those middle aged ones. you know what i'm talking bout.
Comments:
Buzzards and Dreadful Crows
What
People Call You: ashton
I Created Blondes Using: Stem Cells
Date: Monday, October 15, 2001
Time: 11:41:27 AM
What
People Call You: The troposphere bandit
EHMO: .07
Explain That Odor: the viscous
eagle descends upon children's mothers aunts - the summit awaits you in a far
off tragic struggle amidst large eggs filled with the black ants of eagles
Email: its too soon for that
I Created Blondes Using: I'm confused
Date: Monday, October 22, 2001
Time: 07:03:01 PM
This Is My Theory:
Blondes have more other than we're willing to give credit for.
Comments:
Is it too late? Too late to love yesterday, to feel sublime that tomorrow
is a never arriving mirror of lost hope? Can we still get tickets for the races?
I love you.
[GeekMaster: Ok, but I want cash, upfront]
What
People Call You: Sexy
EHMO: 98
Explain That Odor: female
hogwarts20061 @ hotmail.com
I Created Blondes Using: I'm confused
Date: Saturday, October 27, 2001
Time: 06:11:58 PM
This Is My Theory:
I dunno.
Comments:
Sex
What
People Call You: Friar Jack
EHMO: Grr
Explain That Odor: f***ing
jack.bury @ att.net
I Created Blondes Using: I'm confused
Date: Tuesday, November 13, 2001
Time: 04:06:36 AM
This Is My Theory:
Tints that leave taints.
Comments:
Absinthe drinking pandas scratching holy vice crimes
into the patina of world wide servers, committing unfashionable acts of chivalry
with the unwilling,
and flushing it all down a glory hole to infect streets with the bacilli of
change.
I like my new pez dispenser.
What
People Call You: Dweez
EHMO: m
Explain That Odor: no hair
tiger @ callatg.com
I Created Blondes Using: Stem Cells
Date: Saturday, December 29, 2001
Time: 09:46:49 PM
This Is My
Theory:
white teeth by crackee
Comments:
sushi, yes more sushi
What
People Call You: Archbishop Shaggy the Mental
EHMO: 13
Explain That Odor: nothing
different here
kreaper @ ufl.edu
I Created Blondes Using: Chinese back
scratchers
Date: Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Time: 03:58:11 AM
This Is My
Theory:
Well, I once was told by my doorknob that wooden products that touched
your skin leached pigment of your
hair. He said this to prove that I could trust him, since he was made of metal
so as not to steal my pigment
I thought this was very nice of my doorknob, but it still doesn't explain why he
won't let me out of my room.
Comments:
I have this odd rash on the inside of cerebral cortex, when I removed it
to show to a friend, she screamed and
fainted on the floor. I then noticed she was wearing scooby doo underwear. I
really wish there was more
scooby doo underwear on the net, I mean it's not wearing any underwear right
now, which is rather obscene
and if it is going to choose an underwear, why not scooby doo.
[GeekMaster: why not indeed?]
I closed my eyes and picked one
So far so good...still haven't looked at the site yet realy...And I will let you know if something is up or not...can we post about things that don't matter anymore, and advertise here too?
[GeekMaster: NO! Post only serious, relevant insight that can save us all from total destruction.]
game codes and models
probblems
The goodies are cool
Fun
It's Okay
blond hair is white
odaleys garcia
this site is interesting. Not enough fun shiney things though. just a sugjestion........sell more crap!!!!!!
yes
Not being blonde (well, except for a disastrous attempt to enflame my boyfriend), I doubt I can.
Whatever--I'd just like to be able to access these articles/products/etc.
I try to rub my hog with fish oils, to keep it's skin soft.
My job is to be crazy.
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