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20 Common Questions About Farts
A Lonely, Wayward Fart Named Steve (Episode 1)
Date Like A Scoundrel: 10 Things to Tell Ugly Chicks on a First Date
Bottling Farts (English, Spanish, Italian)
Bottling Farts, Inc. Season 1 (Episodes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)
Crazy Authors Volume 1
Finding Floofy (English, Spanish)
Five Reasons Why Dating Hot Chicks is a Bad Idea
Floofed at 40,000 Feet
Four Stinky Stories Vol. 1 (English, Spanish)
Four Stinky Stories Vol. 2 (English, Spanish)
Going Dutch (English, Spanish)
Keeping Wind Laten and the Fate of the World at Bay
Marriage Stinks (English, Spanish, Dutch)
The $500 Question (English, Spanish)
The Chapped-Ass Critic (English, Spanish)
The Would Be Asstronaut (English, Spanish)
Till Death Do Us Fart (English, Spanish, Dutch)
Weekend Getaway (English, Spanish)
© 2017 Donald Rump. All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form (electronic, mechanical or otherwise) without the express written consent of the author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
E-book layout, formatting and design by Donald Rump.
Image(s) licensed by DepositPhotos.com and © Valentyn Pidburtnyi (#40453309). Fart drawings by Mel Casipit.
First Edition (v1.0)
Also by Donald Rump
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My Two Cents
About the Author
Ad 1: Bottling Farts, Inc. Season One
Ad 2: 20 Common Questions About Farts
This book is dedicated to the original creator of the Eight Hour Fiction Challenge, Joe Konrath.
Vlad Wiechowski, the lovable empty-headed wandering vagrant who once upon a time bottled farts and skyrocketed to success, thought he saw stars. They were beautiful pinpoints of light in fact, sparkling and throbbing with a celestial glow. A bluish-purple haze served as a calming backdrop, moving ever so slightly like distant clouds.
Vlad loved sitting out and watching stars, especially when the birds didn’t poop on his face. Unfortunately he wasn’t always lucky, and occasionally got plastered multiple times before the night was through. He wasn’t sure why they had it in for him, but it all began to make sense now that he was aboard an alien spaceship.
Perhaps they were conducting a test of sorts to see how many bird droppings it took to drive a human insane--kind of like those old Tootsie Roll Lollipop commercials. Who knows? But what Vlad did know, in the limited capacity that his brain understood shapes and patterns, was that those bastard aliens had succeeded on some level, driving him to do the unthinkable and experiment with his own farts.