tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post336611728237836101..comments2024-02-09T10:55:50.410-06:00Comments on Jess Riley Writes: Time for Something ClassyJess Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06987689969282168406noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-41420817370792104662007-09-14T18:31:00.000-05:002007-09-14T18:31:00.000-05:00Dude, that's totally classy. It's not like you far...Dude, that's totally classy. It's not like you farted in line at a Rosie O'Donnell book signing, or a Billy Ray Cyrus concert.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-76792885166396728142007-09-14T12:44:00.000-05:002007-09-14T12:44:00.000-05:00Oh dear...you're famous...or is that, 'infamous'? ...Oh dear...you're famous...or is that, 'infamous'? ;)Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00653383372182667361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-68373878166010755252007-09-14T00:01:00.000-05:002007-09-14T00:01:00.000-05:00My husband got tired of my son asking questions al...My husband got tired of my son asking questions all the time regarding where things came from (he's 4)(my son). One day my son asked where he got a new shirt from and my hus said "I got it from the President of the United States". Now if he asks where something comes from that's our answer. So what if it is only funny to us.<BR/>At the hospital where I work I can fart pretty much anywhere and blame it on an incontinent patient.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08903593840515283971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-90384292912112389152007-09-13T14:37:00.000-05:002007-09-13T14:37:00.000-05:00Just when I thought I couldn't respect you any mor...Just when I thought I couldn't respect you any more than I do already. It's official now... you are my hero.Jeff and Charli Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-67045851829461700552007-09-13T12:24:00.000-05:002007-09-13T12:24:00.000-05:00Yeah, I won't forget it, Jess. It's in my brain n...Yeah, I won't forget it, Jess. It's in my brain now. I'll say, I know this author...she's a cut up, especially in elevators.<BR/><BR/>Seriously, my husband and his friend share bathroom humor when they get together. His friend, Tony, is a fart machine and enjoys surprise attacks in public. We laugh until we cry! He particularly likes elevators. He'll drop the bomb in a crowded candy store, exit quickly, and watch the customers leave gagging. Sorry to go on, but it's funny as heck!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040099513110890878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-75373694965419342362007-09-13T11:13:00.000-05:002007-09-13T11:13:00.000-05:00Now I know what I'll say when people see me out in...Now I know what I'll say when people see me out in the world, reading my copy of RIDING WITH LARRY RESNICK! When they ask about the book, I'll tell them--"It's amazing! And the author? I kind of almost know her...and you'll never believe this..."<BR/><BR/>Just kidding. Well, I'll say all that. But I'll leave out the elevator story for all but my closest friends :)Trish Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18038324441006141430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-26087517737202827782007-09-12T22:14:00.000-05:002007-09-12T22:14:00.000-05:00I do that in bookstores. It's happened too often ...I do that in bookstores. It's happened too often to be mere coincidence.Julie Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-35719425687484663202007-09-12T21:43:00.000-05:002007-09-12T21:43:00.000-05:00No matter how old you get, you'll always be the El...No matter how old you get, you'll always be the Elevator Fart Lady. It's nice to be famous, no?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-35125985673057263602007-09-12T21:05:00.000-05:002007-09-12T21:05:00.000-05:00Hee hee!Hee hee!Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-21655445634242449302007-09-12T18:22:00.000-05:002007-09-12T18:22:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness, Jess, now you'll be a legendary an...Oh my goodness, Jess, now you'll be a legendary anecdote on the Internet! *G*Larramiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14788910637361812265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-82329684938272681502007-09-12T11:54:00.000-05:002007-09-12T11:54:00.000-05:00Oh, man. You reminded me of the time my husband n...Oh, man. You reminded me of the time my husband noisily ripped one at my office Christmas party. Thank God everyone was drunk - they thought it was funny, but now he'll be forever thought of as the 'stinkbomb' who dropped one at my boss' house that Christmas season.Monnikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13998729112903749621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-37807684327374639162007-09-12T11:17:00.000-05:002007-09-12T11:17:00.000-05:00I farted in my office one day. I thought I was saf...I farted in my office one day. I thought I was safe. No one hardly ever bugs me. Then my boss walked in not even 30 seconds later. My face was hot for HOURS afterward.Tinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-75945599277012132182007-09-12T11:16:00.000-05:002007-09-12T11:16:00.000-05:00I will now chuckle every time I step onto an empty...I will now chuckle every time I step onto an empty elevator. <BR/><BR/>When my hubby was still only my boyfriend, he'd rip one in the grocery store aisles then flee, leaving me there in the stench and everyone blaming me. <BR/><BR/>Actually, he still does it on occasion... Only now he blames the kiddo.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09654221659666974164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-43771839161433357162007-09-12T08:36:00.000-05:002007-09-12T08:36:00.000-05:00And now I will think about it every time I get on ...And now <I><B>I</I></B> will think about it every time I get on an elevator.acwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06150082760630248973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-9588585115620258292007-09-12T07:33:00.000-05:002007-09-12T07:33:00.000-05:00Ah, who wants to be able to magically summon marsh...Ah, who wants to be able to magically summon marshamallow unicorns when one can be the object of a tweenaged boy's laughing admiration? That's cooler.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19050282.post-62757439168245649242007-09-12T00:52:00.000-05:002007-09-12T00:52:00.000-05:00Marshmallow unicorn summoning just doesn't have th...Marshmallow unicorn summoning just doesn't have the cachet it once did. Farting in elevators, however, remains a classic. <BR/><BR/>(I tell myself this because, try though I might, my frantically clapping hands never attract any marshmallows.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com