There are eighty-four bed frames, each containing springs tuned to an exact note. In each bed lies a flatulent artist. In coordinated fashion, they fart in a particular order to produce a tune through causing the bedsprings to reverberate in their respective notes, creating a choreographed echoing symphony of twanging springs through breaking wind with expert timing.
-- nineteenthly, Mar 07 2008

I'd like to be the first to say "wind instruments" to forestall a blast of bad puns.
-- MaxwellBuchanan, Mar 07 2008


Likewise "bum note".
-- MaxwellBuchanan, Mar 07 2008


...mumble...
-- normzone, Mar 07 2008


insert billy connely's "wanking" bit here for a scentless version.
-- copycat042, Mar 07 2008



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