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Dec 06 2006

Pay no attention to that smell!

I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry for the woman at the "scenter" of this story. (Sorry, I couldn’t help it!)

Flatulance forces plan to land

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve *wished* I could get off a plane because my seatmate was Farty McRipperton.  But I don’t think I’d want to go through the ordeal of an emergency-landing and a full security and luggage screening because of it.  That’s what mouth-breathing is for.

 

Feed my ego!

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