no cheesing on the dance floor, baby
My girls just found out this year what 'fart' means. Not that they didn't know what a fart was, or make daily fart-related jokes, but in our home we like to add a touch of sophistication to our comedy. We call them cheesers (as in 'cutting the cheese'). Cheese is the verb. Cheeser the noun.
There are two songs that the girls like to sing, "I like to cheese it up 24/7 in my short-shorts" and "No cheesing baby. No cheesing on the dance floor, baby." (Growing up my family called them farts, flatus, and flatulence. Our song was "Flatus in the air" song to the tune of "Strangers in the Night". I knew more Latin then I thought.)
Cheesers are funny because how bad the smell is depends on who laid it. You can be totally objective about your own cheesers and not be repulsed. You know it's really bad, but you are unphased. If I smell a random cheeser in a public place, I am relieved when one of the girls gives me a sly smile. Although it's much worse than my own, it's still comes no where near the utter gross-out of smelling the gasses that have eeked out of a complete stranger's person.
The weirdest thing about cheesers is they are still funny. I've been laying, hearing, and smelling them for over 30 years now, and they still crack me up.
