Because everybody farts

Buying a dress is a breeze!

Wind up women, or did I misread the sign?

Windy Women, farting down the street.
Windy Women, the kind that smell like meat.

Blow all your money buying a dress.

My, how they chatter and chatter.

– Mommy, look, we’re frying!

What did he say?
I think it was “Blessed are the cheese cutters.”

(With apologies to Monty Python.)

That’s not the kind of blow job you’re looking for.

I guess that explains the lack of hair.

No smorking allowed in that shop!

Some times you’ve just got to get on your broomstick and feel the wind in your hair.

Hair by Harley-Davidson.

It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good…yeah, I am feeling a bit ill.

The Windy Women apologise for your incontinence.

They all used Wind Mobile (now bought by Shaw Communications).

Women don’t belch and don’t fart. That’s why they bitch all the time.

If they didn’t bitch they would explode.

They are from the House of Windsor.

I smell a bargain.

Who’s peeking out from under a stairway
Calling a name that’s lighter than air
Who’s bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it’s Windy.

Uhh! I thought her name was Wendy.

I can’t tell from here whether they have stormy eyes.

But women usually don’t become bald before they’re farty.

Try our new Eau de Toilet, PooPoo Chanel No. 2

The punch line goes; “I don’t think I can take that 67 more times.”

I don’t care for this store. It really blows!

@Marum: me too, until I googled it, lol

Pull one finger, get one free!

Let’s farty!!

@Frank Burns: You can tell it’s a good joke when just the punch line is enough! 😀

As God is my witness, I’ll never be flatulent again!

woo hoo, windy women, see how high they fly-y-y
woo hoo, windy women, they got the moon in their eyes

I thought it was CLASSY escort service.