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A Foul Air Stinker Parolee

Naughty, naughty, quite naughty I can be Lose all inhibitions, I let my wind blow free From top end or bottom Smells often quite rotten Hasten to tell you, I'm a foul air stinker parolee © Jack Ellison 2015

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Tim Smith

Date: 10/28/2015 2:55:00 PM

Hidden behind that smirk, really in shame...he rose to opportunity and took dead aim...a mighty shot....discrete, surely not....Jacksons his name, odourosity his game

Jack Ellison
Date: 10/28/2015 8:31:00 PM

"Jackson's his name, odourosity his game" sounds like a new hit TV series!!! LOL duh-duh-duh!

Carol Eastman

Date: 10/28/2015 1:35:00 PM

Today your words have flippengitis... They remind me that breaking wind is timeless... And we can be brought low in their silence... So make sure in a crisis... To send it away from all or we'll be lifeless... Looks like your the midas... Of gastritis...

Jack Ellison
Date: 10/28/2015 8:29:00 PM

YUP!!! I have Midas farts!!! LOL xxx

Jan Allison

Date: 10/28/2015 10:51:00 AM

ha ha ha - sure made me smile:-) hugs jan xx

Jack Ellison
Date: 10/28/2015 8:28:00 PM

I've never gone to jail for it but I am on parole so I must be careful!!! LOL xxx