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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled History of Farting about Everyone, Greeks, Benjamin with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor.
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conversations.value: You know you do it. Everyone farts. From the ancient Greeks to monarchs and presidents, here is a chronicle of broken wind that sails through the ages. From humorous definitions to boisterous limericks and actual definitions, this book is drawn from the collection of the (not very) famous the author archives, a treasure trove of papers from author Benjamin the authors grandmother Emilys cedar chest.<em>The History of Farting</em>covers every aspect, from breaking wind in culture through the ages to the A-to-Z of classic farts. Included are sections on Le Petomane, Frances famed Le Moulin Rouge performer, the Farta from Sparta, an old rugby club 12-verse epic limerick favorite, and even, for the medically minded, a chapter on the physiology of farting.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Included are sections on Le Petomane, Frances famed Le Moulin Rouge performer, the Farta from Sparta, an old rugby club 12-verse epic limerick favorite, and even, for the medically minded, a chapter on the physiology of farting..<em>The History of Farting</em>covers every aspect, from breaking wind in culture through the ages to the A-to-Z of classic farts. From humorous definitions to boisterous limericks and actual definitions, this book is drawn from the collection of the (not very) famous the author archives, a treasure trove of papers from author Benjamin the authors grandmother Emilys cedar chest. From the ancient Greeks to monarchs and presidents, here is a chronicle of broken wind that sails through the ages. Everyone farts.You know you do it
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: History of Farting
  He became famous as Le Petomane, the toast of Paris, a remarkable performer whose unique brand of showmanship shook and shattered the famous Moulin Rouge.
  Flatulent fiends come and go, but few will forget another Petomane-style character, a hero of generations of English Rugby clubs. He is known simply as "The Farta from Sparta," and he has been immortalised in the following stirring verse:
  A detailed and intimate examination of the art of flatulence for those people think a fart is just a fart.
  This is a man's world kind of fart, the dawn buster, the volley of cannon before the blood-surging ride into the valley of death, the rat-tat-tat of the regimental drum. Now more usually heard over pool tables in city bars, or among victorious spectators at football matches.
  Unplanned, exertion-based farts have embarrassed us all. Getting out of chairs, sitting down on lawns, picking up lady's purses, squeaky trousers on leather chairs, getting an extra yard at Lord's or reaching for the smash at Wimbledon, manoeuvring gingerly into the dentist chair, hauling luggage out of overhead Jumbo jet lockers, curtsying to the Queen.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about There's, issued.
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conversations.value: History of Farting
  He became famous as Le Petomane, the toast of Paris, a remarkable performer whose unique brand of showmanship shook and shattered the famous Moulin Rouge. 
  Flatulent fiends come and go, but few will forget another Petomane-style character, a hero of generations of English Rugby clubs. He is known simply as "The Farta from Sparta," and he has been immortalised in the following stirring verse:
  A detailed and intimate examination of the art of flatulence for those people think a fart is just a fart. 
  This is a man's world kind of fart, the dawn buster, the volley of cannon before the blood-surging ride into the valley of death, the rat-tat-tat of the regimental drum. There's more than a hint of devil-may-care about the rip-snorter and a whiff of gunpowder too, an up-and-at-'em lads reverberation issued by sar'nt-majors before they all go over the top. Now more usually heard over pool tables in city bars, or among victorious spectators at football matches. 
  Unplanned, exertion-based farts have embarrassed us all. Getting out of chairs, sitting down on lawns, picking up lady's purses, squeaky trousers on leather chairs, getting an extra yard at Lord's or reaching for the smash at Wimbledon, manoeuvring gingerly into the dentist chair, hauling luggage out of overhead Jumbo jet lockers, curtsying to the Queen.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: This used to be quite common in such places as Greenwich Village and Cedar Bay where Flower People congregated to smoke funny cigarettes. Less common these days, but still noticeable in shops selling bronze gongs and cheese cloth nighties; just a whiff of something exotic in the air which has you thinking: Sandalwood? Cardomon? Rose oil? Greenhouse tomatoes? Old socks?
  Rare and specialised, this somewhat histrionic fart is encountered only in the hallowed halls of Federal Treasury, particularly during recession. Not to be confused with the G-Spot Fart, which is equally rare and crops up only in obscure sex surveys. In fact, we're not entirely convinced either of them exists. Only time will tell.
  This is also known as the Celebratory Fart. It's the pop of a good bottle of bubbly at the moment of triumph, as the world record pole vaulter clears the bar, the weight lifter completes the snatch and jerk, the 30-metre putt drops into the hole, the man of your dreams gets down on his knees and finally proposes. It's VE Day and the Grand Final all wrapped up into one long, reverberating BRRRRRPPPPPP of triumph and success. A gold medal, cordon bleu, nulli secundus kind of fart that lives in the memory long after the whiff has gone.
  Once known as the Fish and Chip Fart, the Pie and Pastie with Sauce Fart or the Jellied Eel Fart. It now erupts upon us in many modern guises. It's the steamed dimmie fart, the tapas bar fart, the take away Vietnamese fart, the saveloy-in-batter-on-a-stick fart, the curry puff fart and the Macdonald's fart. Highly processed and brightly packaged, it is a destroyer of heritage fart not to be taken lightly. You notice them scattered everywhere after football games, and they could well be the contributing cause of ozone layer depletion now being widely blamed on sheep and cow farts. Is there no justice?
  Only found in Australia, the Kookaburra Fart invariably makes people laugh. It starts out going AH AH AH then moves smoothly into OO OO OO and concludes with a wonderfully long and evocative (sometimes with a touch of echo), AH AH AH AAAAAAAH. Early settlers were somewhat confounded by the Kookaburra Fart, with its overtones of eucalyptus and dead snakes, but it is now recognised as authentically Australian, and even the National Parks and Wildlife Service is getting in on the act. SAVE THE KOOKABURRA FART posters are now available from your local Wildlife Service headquarters, so give them a call.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: SAVE THE KOOKABURRA FART posters are now available from your local Wildlife Service headquarters, so give them a call.. Early settlers were somewhat confounded by the Kookaburra Fart, with its overtones of eucalyptus and dead snakes, but it is now recognised as authentically Australian, and even the National Parks and Wildlife Service is getting in on the act. It starts out going AH AH AH then moves smoothly into OO OO OO and concludes with a wonderfully long and evocative (sometimes with a touch of echo), AH AH AH AAAAAAAH. Is there no justice?
  Only found in Australia, the Kookaburra Fart invariably makes people laugh. You notice them scattered everywhere after football games, and they could well be the contributing cause of ozone layer depletion now being widely blamed on sheep and cow farts. Highly processed and brightly packaged, it is a destroyer of heritage fart not to be taken lightly. It's the steamed dimmie fart, the tapas bar fart, the take away Vietnamese fart, the saveloy-in-batter-on-a-stick fart, the curry puff fart and the Macdonald's fart. It now erupts upon us in many modern guises.
  Once known as the Fish and Chip Fart, the Pie and Pastie with Sauce Fart or the Jellied Eel Fart. A gold medal, cordon bleu, nulli secundus kind of fart that lives in the memory long after the whiff has gone. It's VE Day and the Grand Final all wrapped up into one long, reverberating BRRRRRPPPPPP of triumph and success. It's the pop of a good bottle of bubbly at the moment of triumph, as the world record pole vaulter clears the bar, the weight lifter completes the snatch and jerk, the 30-metre putt drops into the hole, the man of your dreams gets down on his knees and finally proposes.
  This is also known as the Celebratory Fart. Only time will tell. In fact, we're not entirely convinced either of them exists. Not to be confused with the G-Spot Fart, which is equally rare and crops up only in obscure sex surveys. Less common these days, but still noticeable in shops selling bronze gongs and cheese cloth nighties; just a whiff of something exotic in the air which has you thinking: Sandalwood? Cardomon? Rose oil? Greenhouse tomatoes? Old socks?
  Rare and specialised, this somewhat histrionic fart is encountered only in the hallowed halls of Federal Treasury, particularly during recession.This used to be quite common in such places as Greenwich Village and Cedar Bay where Flower People congregated to smoke funny cigarettes
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
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conversations.value: The generally unpublicised cause of spontaneous levitation. The yogi feasts for many days on lentils, and forswears any relief until the mystical, magical moment when flatulence takes over and he, cross-legged and concentrating like crazy, rises into the air like a Harrier jump-jet. Action and reaction, as Newton observed, are equal and opposite, and here we have the bum acting as a launching pad. Most people believe demonstrations of levitation are faked, but they probably don't appreciate the inner power that the simple lentil can generate.