Fri 24 Feb 2006
“I don’t want to. I’m not disgusting.”
–The Mister, on why he would not demonstrate a proper belch after repeatedly deriding my own belch attempts as “pathetic.”
Fri 24 Feb 2006
“I don’t want to. I’m not disgusting.”
–The Mister, on why he would not demonstrate a proper belch after repeatedly deriding my own belch attempts as “pathetic.”
February 24th, 2006 at 3:30 pm
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.
Good thing you folks don’t come ’round our house too very often. Any of the three of us could work up a fine example.
February 24th, 2006 at 4:19 pm
Is there a secret to it? I was drinking rootbeer and everything, and the best I could manage was a little squeak.
February 24th, 2006 at 6:57 pm
I seem to recall that when you dance around and spin yourself after drinking rootbeer, in an effort to belch (and impress the ladies.) You usually let out a HUGE ONE or was it, you barf all over Erin’s backyard? Memories like the corner of my mind….(sing along)
February 27th, 2006 at 1:37 pm
It’s all in the projection. You can also cheat and swallow air, but that’s more artificial, and you run the risk of getting the hiccups.
I find cucumbers also do the trick.
February 27th, 2006 at 1:57 pm
Amy, the way I remember it, were were drinking rootbeer at the susanville fairgrounds and talking to some cute high school guys. Then we got on the swing ride and the centrifugal force just pulled that barf right out of me and scattered it over the spectators, even though I had my hand clapped as tightly as possible over my mouth. Needless to say, the high school guys were gone when we got off.
March 1st, 2006 at 11:16 am
Kate, I managed a good one today. I was drinking low-calorie orange juice. It worked like a charm.