Wednesday, September 16, 2009


I have no idea where it came from, but that is Jack's new word: Fartbomb. He uses it like you or I (okay, maybe just I) would use "Fuck."

If something happens that he doesn't like: "Fartbomb."

If he's mad: "Fartbomb."

If he's overly excited: "Fartbomb."

I haven't heard from the school about this yet, but I'm waiting.


  1. I've never heard this term, but I like it! Good luck with school. Any chance a bunch of his classmates are using it and that's where he picked it up?

  2. That's one I haven't heard from my 3-5th graders but as you can imagine, that's mild compared to what he could be saying! Maybe it will leave his vocabulary by the end of the weekend and it will be a non-issue. Or not.

  3. Something related to the term "F-bomb" perhaps?

    Definitely has to be added to the list of things you can't say on TV, you know, right after teabagger, Beyonce-shoulda-won, and "You Lie!". Oh wait...that was totally the wrong list.


    That fartbombing interweb has fartbombed up my whole fartbombing thought process. Unbe-fartbombing-lievable.

    Fartbomb it.

  4. I think it's kind of cute. I don't know what that says about me. I can see how it would be less than ideal to have him running around saying that all the time though. Oh Jack, he always amuses me.

  5. I think fartbomb is pretty funny, myself.

  6. Funny, quirky and so much better than what he could have decided to use.
    Just gotta roll with it...

  7. He is just dropping his own version of the F-Bomb. A more PG-rated version....Hilarious!!

  8. I like it. I may have to steal it for my own personal use.

  9. I love it! I am going to use it! as in "who fartbombed all over this house, it is such a fartbombing mess!!!!

    Awesome! Even better than "twaps means dambit!"

  10. Well if you dropped an F-bomb, wouldn't it be better if it stunk too! Since I say Mother F'er a lot, I think I'll say instead: Mother Fartbomb. And because of something I learned from a later post, I will now be saying to my headachey husband: "Can't a girl get some mother fartbomb glee?!?!?

  11. I almost lost it. It was a challenge to maintain my composure, but I did it. As I dropped of my boy at a friend's house today, imagine my surprise when his friend started mumbling something about "fartbomb"...I thought maybe I'd misheard, that once again, Stimey's blog was inappropriately infiltrating my thoughts. Then he said it again...This time it was, "We've got fartbombs".

    I seriously almost triggered an aneurism right there, and much to my wife's chagrin, probably would have died with my last vision being Stimey's fake-cussing son. But, gladly, all was revealed, when this product made it's entrance...

    Supposedly, this came from a local magic shop...the kind that angry magicians go to apparently. And it's no joke. You pop the inner bag of liquid and let the fart-ka-seltzer explode the whole package in a big, stinky display of fartbombing wonder.

    My only question now is, what's the deal with the abs on the guy on the package? Do the foreigners coming up with this really think Americans have gas bad enough to rip pants and abs in the same "event"?


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