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Flatulence Flashbacks

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Now THERE’S a post to decrease my readership. As a chronicler of childhood things, is it any surprise that vulgarity raises its ugly and malodourous head?

Regarding this post, as a former boy, there was always a scatological bent to our reality, that cannot be denied, and always supplied.

I, for one, am going to miss bodily functions when we are all brains in jars.

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I am a Sansei, with two teens, and a hamster. This blog is a repository for ideas and observations, expressed in cartoon form, by and large. A bit of a journal too. Feel free to follow me on INSTAGRAM @ WILTOONS, (the Twitter for people who like to go out) where I post a journal comic. Thanks for dropping by! The pic is of me and my boy Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. (not really a fan but he wanted his pic with me) © Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons, 2009 to 2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. So there.

12 thoughts on “Flatulence Flashbacks

  1. Ah Bryntin. Trust you to be lurking here, making comments that I am kicking myself for not thinking of! (writes down, saves for later post, hopes Bryntin forgets)

  2. I can’t say I enjoyed this cartoon, but DID want to note that I see a lot of this kind of stuff in a house of boys…

  3. Very true, by and large, a very (ahem) fruitful vein of humour. Did you know that beans are a magical fruit? (the more you eat the more you toot)

  4. It reminds me of a time when my son discovered a joke store in Kingston called Har De Har Har. He bought a fart machine which had a remote control, and fart spray. He got a lot of mileage out of the fart machine, he would hide it in the bathroom when we had guests and would use the remote to make fart sounds when someone was using the facilities. The spray found it’s smell onto many things unintentionally. Which he found hysterical. I believe I eventually insisted that he toss it out.

  5. There’s a guy after my own heart, Anne! That was very funny! My sister and I would likely also get a LOT of mileage out of that. When we text each other, it usually devolves into toilet humour, and diarrhea jokes. You would think 2 nine year olds were talking. Funny how that persists through your life in spite of age.

  6. I really loved farts (as in farting and fart jokes and fart competitions–not actually the smell) when I was a kid.

    Past tense. I’m a proper grown-up adult now. *shifty eyes*

    1. Yes, as adults we must walk around with our buttocks clenched tightly lest we
      . . . . out ourselves. Who of us hasn’t looked behind and then let one rip. Let them cast the first . . . Metaphor fail!

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