Apparently my grandmother, Pauline, had a Yiddish expression that basically went, "S/he's farting with fire." In the old country this was the equivalent to shitting bricks.Today I woke up with bad gas. I thought the people should know. Inspired by dubz, I went and had an x-ray this morning at the walk-in clinic.
Bloated, much?Perhaps it was my late night dinner consisting of bean tacos (3) and red wine (2 lil' glasses.) It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I had another, adoptive, grandma named Eda. She was really sensitive to the odors of the world. One time a certain person was at Eda's house with bad farts. (Not me.) Eda said, "What did you eat for lunch?" And the person said, "A burrito." And Eda said, "What was in that burrito, dynamite?"