Bottled Disappointment
Once, at elementary school age, my brother farted into a mason jar and bottled it up tight. We could only hold off opening it for a couple hours but, sadly, there was no stink in it. Grandma suggested we didn’t seal it off quick enough. My brother was so disappointed he never ever farted into a jar again.
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Wish I'd thought of saving farts.
But it was in college that I learned the most amazing thing to do with farts... why, you light them, of course! That's right, they're flammable!
I had a frat brother who once did three on one match. Is that control, or what?
Lots of talented people in that school...
Did your brother ever recover from his disappointment?
Oh, I just thought of a great experiment, though it would probably require a talented farter, like Alan's frat bro.
First you make a "valve" in the top of your Mason jar, by stabbing it with an ice pick, then cover the hole with a small piece of tape. Capture a number of farts(this is where the talent comes in) and if you successfully cap 'em off(remember Grandma's suggestion!), you can then pull off the tape, light the escaping stream and presto! You gotta lamp!
There's probably some physics needs to be cyphered in here somewhere, you know, to keep from blowin' up real good, and I'm short on that(don't have any matches, either), but it could work, couldn't it?
Your experiment/idea is genius! Is there some brave, noble soul out there who would test this method and report back?
Also, you've spurred another good idea. You know how when you sneeze people say, "bless you" and when you burp you say, "pardon me" and when you fall you say, "oops" or "sh-t"? Well, we're lacking that in the Fart Department. So. I propose that any gas passed here on out (hah!), by anyone, is accompanied by "presto!"
Presto!