I have a buddy of mine - retired Marine - who can LAY WASTE to the entire cubicle population at work. The man is a Methane Production Machine, and causes eye-watering, nostril-burning emissions that can be seen GLOWING from space with the miasmatic FUNK of it all....
His bowels should be classified by the EPA as an Environmental Disaster Area...
And he just smiles, grins, and laughs about it.
When he’s in the toilet stalls, if you are unlucky enough to be in there at the same time, you’ll find yourself hammering on the wall, begging for a Courtesy Flush...
Yeah... it’s that bad. Funnier than hell, but man... what a stench.
Ozone depleting air biscuits...
Since Hubby has been out of work, he’s been, shall we say, more “relaxed” at home during the day, since he’s the only one in the house. There are days I come home from work, and he’s in the family room, and it hits you like a wall. I’ve gotten to where I don’t even say anything, I just start lighting scented candles.
Had a brother-in-law who went to trade his truck in for a new one and the dealership told him they would have to replace the front bench seat because it smelled of his rancid emissions. Big beer drinker ... and smoker.
Just think...something that came out of his rear went up your nose!