I couldn't really tell if there was anything new here, so as much as anything else, a ping so's everyone knows that Texas and a few other States are still battling the EPA brown shirts over the air we exhale. Next step: Individualized and personalized breath "scrubbers" for all! Oh, and what about that methane stuff??? WHEN will the EPA get serious?
For instance, when one's effort to maintain their grip on an air biscuit fails and leads to inadvertent aromatics in a crowded elevator or other close quarters, particularly after a round of burritos and cerveza can be, well, interesting, not to mention offensive -- to some. However, it's a rare and singularly brave individual indeed who will claim ownership so I'm thinking some extraordinary measures are necessary. For example and for those that wear them, underwear built to contain the leak, as it were. The mandating of methane mitigating undergarments only makes sense. A blowout preventer of a sort. I'm sure the oil industry themselves in collaboration with the Mexican food industry could be instrumental in providing some expertise.
All of which reminds me: Some 30 years ago, give or take, I was listening to radio station KIKK in Houston Texas when an apparent blowout occurred in their small studio. It wasn't pretty. The on air personalities consisted of two men and a woman, whose names escape me now. Anyhow, the first words I recall hearing alerting me to something being amiss was something like "OH MY GAWD!" from the lady DJ. Huh, I says to myself. "THAT'S JUST AWFUL!", again from the lady DJ followed by some snickers from her two partners. The snickers grew to a crescendo as the lady DJ called for a gas mask or for someone to "PLEASE CRACK A WINDOW" and "OPEN THE DOOR". Alrighty then I says, as one of the guys, between guffaws, said something about tamales.
They went to a commercial break and when they returned they had all more or less regained their composure -- temporarily. Now I'm not sure if there wasn't maybe another blowout, but soon enough they all were once again unable to maintain. The lady DJ said something about payback -- ANOTHER commercial break. I'm wondering to myself if this sophisticated and erudite lady fully intended to visit the local purveyor of Tex-Mex to exact some revenge on her antagonist(s). Turnabout is fair play I says to myself but am unaware if she was ever able to pull it off. Still I wonder to this day about the old saw about the hen that lays the egg cackles first. Whatever...
I only have one thing to say....
A woman in the midst of her “monthly time” trumps ALL with the mere addition of a taco.
We used to say...
“He who smelt it, dealt it...”
“The fox smells its own hole...”
The offender IIRC was the legendary Bill Bailey.