|...but I sure didn't like all the dirt and all those little creatures that makes you sh.t like a jet engine... |
That is not a pretty mental picture...but it does bring to mind a joke I heard as a young fella...
Two guys, Slim and Stovey, who worked for QANTAS in San Francisco, heard a rumour that the extra special fuel they used for these new fangled jet engines was a form of strong alcohol. Guys being guys thought, "hey, wonder what this stuff is like to drink?" To cut a long story short, they "liberated" a couple litres, went home and had a night on the turps. At the end of the night, they both went their separate ways a little the worse for wear...but happy.
In the morning Slim gets a call from Stovey..."hey mate, how are ya feeling?"
Slim says "not too bad mate, bit of a head ache, but apart from that pretty good".
Stovey says, "have ya farted yet this morning"
Slim says... "nope, why is that mate?"
Stovey says... "DON'T do it mate".... "I climbed out of bed this mornin' fellin' good, scratched my nether regions and ripped off my usual raucous bottom burp (just to wake the missus
and the next thing I know I landed in a heap in Sacramento!!"