Posted: 1/16/2010 9:14:07 PM EDT
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My wife and I were in bed about to go to sleep. She has an iTouch. She checked the weather. Then she was picking through the games, and I was snuggled up behind her looking over her shoulder.
"What the heck is 'Fart Piano'?" I asked. It was an app she had to click to load up. It produced a keyboard that you tapped the keys and it played farts in different pitches. She did chopsticks, we got a good laugh, and she zipped her fingers up and down the keyboard a few times. Well, it locked up and kept farting. She can't turn it off. It's totally locked up. The off button does not work. She can't turn the program off. And the iTouch is still going "Fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart....." in the other room. She's on her computer now trying to find out how to turn the damn thing off. "Fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart....." Wait, it's quieter now. I'll go see what she did. She has it tucked under her thigh on her office chair to muffle it. "I'm not happy! That thing broke my iTouch!" "Fart, fart, fart,fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart, fart....." Wait, it stopped. "What did you do?" I asked. She was online looking at the iTouch site. She pressed two buttons and held them to reset it. Then she plugged it into the computer cable. "OK, it's working again," she says. She just deleted the Fart Piano. I think we're safe now. So you're forewarned. |
| The same thing happened to me in high school with one of those prank fart machines. It locked up and just kept farting. The funny part was the teacher thought I was shitting my innards out and told me to control myself or go to the bathroom. The machine wouldn't stop so I ended up in the bathroom until the batteries died. My buddies and I laughed our asses off for the rest of the day. |
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After we went back to bed I tried, I stifled it, but I just couldn't stop laughing.
"I don't like being laughed at," she said. "I'm not laughing at you... I'm laughing at your iFart." I almost had to go sleep on the couch. I finally quit laughing, was able to sleep in my own bed. I think she's still pissed at me, hardly talking. One, two syllables. You know. And it's MY fault because I asked her what "Fart Piano" was. ––- OK, here's what she did... she held down the button on the bottom front and the button on the top left edge at the same time, that shut it down. To turn it back on, she had to plug in the cable from her computer to the iTouch. Then it turned back on. |