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  • Ah! Understood.

    You do that in Scrabble? Remind me never to play against you. ;-)

    November 26, 2007

  • Perhaps I should have used an emoticon; I was riffing, not accusing. The Scrabble ploy is one of my favorites. (See suppose).

    November 24, 2007

  • No one said they were misspellings, mollusque! It's just that uselessness refuses to "own" them by adding them to one of his lists. Right? :-) The misspelled ghosts...well, only the misspellers know. ;-)

    November 24, 2007

  • Hey, when have I intentionally added misspellings? When I spawn ghosts, I at least spell them right. :-)

    November 22, 2007

  • Creating ghosts purposely, uselessness? Misspellings to booby-trap newbies? That's like playing a word that doesn't exist in Scrabble, then challenging when your opponent makes it plural. (Perhaps we've found a less deplorable context for the s-word here.)

    November 22, 2007

  • Wait... fartistes?! Did you just say that? Fartistes?!

    November 22, 2007

  • Every endeavor has it's own Mickey Mantle. In flatulism, it's Le P├ętomane, the French Farting Maniac. Fascinating article...

    November 22, 2007

  • And that's precisely why I'm giving you grief. Because you're there, O Regular Creator of Ghosts. :-D

    Bilby, I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing those things.

    November 22, 2007

  • I have never grieved my ghosts. Actually I'm pretty sure I was the first person on the to create ghosts regularly, on purpose. It's something like a trademark. :-P

    November 21, 2007

  • Two comments. While at Uni in Italy we were given an article to read about a professional maker of fart noises. He was quite famous apparently, paid to appear at clubs, weddings, etc. in Naples as an entertainer.

    I saw a circus act about 2000 in which a man attached rubber-bulb trumpets to various parts of body and proceed to play them by squeezing one bit against another in a kind of dance. The culmination of the number was a signature blast through a kazoo he had stuffed up his clacker. Fartistes live on.

    November 21, 2007

  • Just giving you grief on your ghostly non-words. ;-)

    November 21, 2007

  • I would want it why? ;-)

    November 21, 2007

  • And yet you don't have it on any of your lists, uselessness. Hmm.... ;-P

    November 21, 2007

  • A professional farter. Thanks (um, I guess) to John for introducing me to this fascinating trade on the queef page.

    November 21, 2007