Did You Sh*t Yourself?!: Your Fartin' Asshole Is Not a Great Way to Make Friends by Dorothy Bigguns

Laugh Until It Hurts...or You LOAF (Laugh Out A Fart)

Did you sh*t yourself?!: your fartin' asshole is not a great way to make friends

What Happens When One Person Who Can't Smell But Can't Stop Farting?
 

Did You Sh*t Yourself?! is a collection of autobiographical short stories on Ms. Bigguns' misadventures in flatulence...

Millions of people throughout the world fart everyday, but it is the timing, the tact and the excuses that make the act more forgivable. Learn from the personal experiences of Dorothy Bigguns and all the hilarity that ensues after she chooses to remove the filter and just let it all fly. This book recounts some of Dorothy’s travels, work life and decadent youth as some of the most humiliating and most hilarious experiences involving her bad gas. She proves that you don’t need to have an excuse to break wind - but you do need good company, understanding friends or no sense of smell to get away with excessive flatulence. 

Genre: HUMOR / Topic / Adult

Secondary Genre: HUMOR / Form / Anecdotes & Quotations

Language: English

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Word Count: 20359

Sales info:

This book has been out for over a year and does fairly well on Kindle, paperback and audiobook.


Sample text:

Everyone began rushing out of the house as if the place were on fire. All of them retching, gasping and yelling out in exaggerated agony. It was as if they discovered a decomposed body. Make no mistake, no dead body could be found here. And, one person remained in defiance of all the commotion, me.

I was laughing so uncontrollably that I was doubled over with my hands clenched tightly to my weapon of choice. I had tears streaking down the side of my face and the more reactions I received the more I would howl in laughter. To me, this was the funniest thing I’d ever witnessed and I was the culprit. Since it was my joke, this made it all the more unbearably comical. Somehow my hapless victims found no amusement nor were they willing to come back in the house as I assured them it was safe now.

After all, for years now, my sense of smell was literally gone. I promise that I have purpose for sharing this prior to you understanding why I found this situation so funny. From the time I started as a state tested nurse aide in 1994, my nose couldn’t distinguish roses from shit. I previously consulted a doctor about why I had no sense of smell and unfortunately he could only guess what went wrong.


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