Friday 30 March 2012: Flatulence humour
She who smelt it, dealt it.
What? What smell? What!
She who denied it, supplied it.
What? What? I'm not that kind of dog! Breaking wind! I don't do that kind of thing. I'm like the Queen!
She who expressed, compressed it.
What? Trumping? Me? Never! Never in a month of Sundays!
She who maligned it, designed it.