If there is one word that I could say in any class that would make most all of the males at east chuckle, it is “fart.” "Fart." "Fart." There’s a little bit of onomatopoeia in that word. Give or take a trumpet or an air leak. One may “pass gas”, “experience flatulence”, “toot”, “poot”, “break … Continue reading “I Farted” – Musings With Malcolm #5