Once, years ago, my mom bought whoopee cushions for all the grand kids and of course they had a great time with them for a while. Eventually they were misplaced and forgotten about. Later, my nephew was trying to ask her what had happened to them but couldn't remember what they were called - closest he could come was farty pillows. "Where are those farty pillows you had?"
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