Sure is quiet around here.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

 

I think he remembers that one.



AnnieLee

[Forty Rod]

Del, are those paths strange BEFORE you get on 'em, or.....? 

Well, you do have that effect, you know. 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Del's being a troublemaker today. And he's a bad influence.

A woman in my building was the last person to get off the elevator. She passed wind before exiting the car and the doors closed behind her, trapping the pumpernickel in the empty elevator. It's Del's fault.


Shame on Del!



AnnieLee

[Silver Creek Slim]

Del's being a troublemaker today. And he's a bad influence.

A woman in my building was the last person to get off the elevator. She passed wind before exiting the car and the doors closed behind her, trapping the pumpernickel in the empty elevator. It's Del's fault.


Shame on Del!



AnnieLee

It not my fault this time! 

Slim

[Trinity]

Pumpernickel: define, I know it is a rye bread, but what does it mean?

Del, Interesting you should ask that.  My father has told me that story on a couple occasions.  To it's veracity I can only claim that it makes sense.

In history (I am terrible at dates, but I think it was in the 1600s... my father can not only tell you the date, but can probably tell you the supposed time of day!!   ) after one of France's very few military defeats of Germany, an occupation party was rading homes and came across the black bread (known to Germans as... well... Black Bread: Schwarzbrot).  The french officer tasted the bread and disliking it threw it out the window to his horse, Nickel, claiming that it was good him.  Bon pour Nickel.  

I've never researched this story.  I tend to believe my father, but if anyone knows of another story, I'd be intersted in hearing it.  

[Trinity]

Del's being a troublemaker today. And he's a bad influence.

A woman in my building was the last person to get off the elevator. She passed wind before exiting the car and the doors closed behind her, trapping the pumpernickel in the empty elevator. It's Del's fault.


Shame on Del!



AnnieLee

It not my fault this time! 

Slim

No Slim, you cause spontaneous combustion.  This poor woman merely offended Annies senses, but caused no bodily harm otherwise.

[Delmonico]

I've also heard the Frenchman and his horse story, but the other makes more sense to me.

Reason: At that time the bread would be some sort of sour-dough, fresh sour-dough ryes have that affect, more than even yeast type fresh breads. 

US Army regs used to state that if fresh bread was eaten the same day it was baked it was to be toasted.  This was to prevent wind.  Not a good thing in a crowded tent or barracks.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

< Leans over to whisper to Trinity, then sits back, smiling like the cat who ate the canary>




AnnieLee

[Delmonico]

Or Elley-vaders.

[Trinity]

Just a quick question...  Just what exactly is a goblin fart? 

[Forty Rod]

Trinity, if you'd ever been around a goblin, you wouldn't have to ask.

They'rre just ORFUL!!!  NARSTY!!!  Beyond comprehension.

You're right...I don't have a clue, either.

[Trinity]

Kinda like the effects of garlic??  (and I'm not talking about your breath either.  Not from your mouth leastways! )

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Goblin: (folklore) a small grotesque supernatural creature that makes trouble for human beings. The key word there is grotesque. They are nasty. They look bad. They smell bad even before they pass wind.  Their wind would be like the effects of garlic, boiled cabbage, and refried beans with hot peppers that had been fermenting in one's system for a week. The scent could bring a stalwart man to his knees, gagging, eyes watering, and crawling to get away from the green-brown mist.



AnnieLee

[Cherokee Jem]

Are we still talking goblins?

Jem

[Delmonico]

With this bunch who knows.

[Trinity]

Goblin: (folklore) a small grotesque supernatural creature that makes trouble for human beings. The key word there is grotesque. They are nasty. They look bad. They smell bad even before they pass wind.  Their wind would be like the effects of garlic, boiled cabbage, and refried beans with hot peppers that had been fermenting in one's system for a week. The scent could bring a stalwart man to his knees, gagging, eyes watering, and crawling to get away from the green-brown mist.



AnnieLee

Dang!  The worst thing I've ever encountered besides rotting flesh is the smell of a garlic wind.  The combination that you just described is bringing ME to tears!  GROSS!!

[Delmonico]

Black Labradors who have stolen yer wifes bag of "Amish Friendshp Bread" (read weak sourdough starter)  is really bad and it is in volumes.

It's a good thing he never got my good stuff.

[Trinity]

Dogs always crack me up!  They are so frightened when they break wind.  They just can imagine that they would have done something like that and then they spend the next several minutes sniffing the air. 

[Four-Eyed Buck]

My Dachsy keeps turning and looking at her rear as if to say" Did I do that?"..........Buck

[Trinity]

Yep!