Stingray Don
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He didn't blame the comfort dog?
Maybe his comfort gerbil died in place.
Years ago I was on a flight, and I had unrelenting meat farts burbling their way inexorably through my innards. I couldn't hold'em, and they stank something awful. It was sticky gas, the kind that's thick, heavy, and hangs around instead of dissipating. Each time I'd cut loose, I'd make a face and look around for the culprit. That's all I could do. Luckily it wasn't a long flight.
Smells like...this morning's breakfast burrito.Smells like....victory.
Which leads to: outside a dog a book is mans best friend.The heart medication I am currently taking has turned me into something that can only be similar to deflating the Goodyear Blimp....
I mean even the dog left the room the other day.
Which leads to: outside a dog a book is mans best friend.
Must be that the mosquito spraying ops have been effective...My wife is still with me. She spent most of her life in the Philippines and is used to sleeping with her head covered by the blanket to keep the mosquitoes away, but for some reason she has stopped that.....
I tought this class once at Aramco in Saudi Arabia.
Now there was this guy who... very obviously had a very perculiar way of using the bathroom. Now for a number 2... on a western toilet you would sit. On a middle eastern toilet you would squat. This guy did neither ... he stood proudly upright, rolled up his robe and let it... uh... rip?
Well as you can imagine... a number 2 done upright does not lead to the most pleasant of smells after. It was all over his legs and feet - and he could not care less.
Now don’t get me wrong... this is neither common Arab culture nor common Muslim cultate - in fact I believe it’s actually a banned practice in the Quran. But the guy did not seem to care about any of that.
So I just tried to stay 50ft away from him, but it was tough in the confines of the classroom. When you get close to him it literally takes your breath away.
Fun times.
I once emerged from a week in the Canadian Rockies just in time to catch my flight home. I was as rank as could be and felt horrible for those around me. It was a full flight, too.
They guys who went to the Moon stank up the capsules something fierce. Never noticed until they went back a few days after the end of the mission to retrieve their stuff.
Inside a dog, it’s too dark to read.Which leads to: outside a dog a book is mans best friend.
FinallyInside a dog, it’s too dark to read.