Many of you that know me personally, know that I have to live with certain, shall we say, odors. You could call these odors natural gas...
Picture if you will a farm in Sydney Australia. Animals, a barn, gas lines, grazing meadows. Can you see it in your mind? Good. Now picture the farmer doing his daily chores which includes feeding a 265 pound sow. Still with me? Ok.
Suddenly the farmer smells leaking natural gas! He panics! He phones the County Fire Service who immediately jump into action and send two fire trucks along with 15 firefighters out to his farm to contain the gas leak.
As they race up the driveway, they see the sow. Then they smell the sow. Then they hear the noise emanating from the sow's nether regions and realize that the "gas emergency" is just gas. Yep, that's right. The sow had a bad case of farts.
The story I read said "the pig's owner was "a little bit embarrassed to say the least," and it took fire crews a little while to compose themselves. "We could not only smell it, but we heard it and it was quite funny.""
All I have to say about that is this; if they enjoy gas that much they should come to my house today.
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A little gas never hurt anyone. Besides, I always act like someone else did it!
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