Lola by Todd Clark for July 09, 2022

Between the two of them, they displace lots of water.

The wind in the water.

Harry says “Ok”, then, an ominous sound – “blub, blurb, burp!” as bubbles break the surface of the water. Harry then says: “Oops, too late”.

Okie hot tub.

When ya gotta, ya gotta…

He will claim the odor came from a sulfur dioxide thermal vent on the ocean floor.

Says Lola, as she “recycles” her last beer into the pool.

When you feel like school has sucked the wind out of your sails

Remember that it’s cool, to use the wind that’s in your tails

[Gene:]F-art, f-art, f-art F-art, f-art, f-art, f-art

Every f-art is a work of art

Don’t know where to begin? Don’t know where to start?

F-arts will set you free

[All:]

It’s that gas from your a$$, it’s that toot from your boot

That hum from your bum, it’s that loot in your chute

All that air from your own derriere

Come on and set it free

’Cause f-arts are liberty

[Gene:]

What do we want to do?

[All:]

F-art, f-art!

[Gene:]

Open up your b u t t cheeks

[All:]

This is how our b u t t s speak.

[Gene:]

Let’s go, [All:]

Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!

[All:]

It’s that gas from your a$$, it’s that toot from your boot

That hum from your bum, it’s that loot in your chute

All that air from your own derriere

Come on and set it free

’Cause -f-arts are liberty

’Cause f-arts will Set you Free!

I always enjoy a good f-a-r-t joke.

Harry cut the cheese in the pool.