Who Farted?
He who smelt it, dealt it.
Apparently New Yawk’s dopesmoking mayuh Bloomburg’s advice to the fine (hork) citizens of NYC was “Wait for the gas to pass”
Ethanethiol- also known as Ethyl Mercaptain- is a compound added to natural gas to make it detectable, natural gas is odorless by itself.
Many’s the time we had a test for which we weren’t fully prepared, and a little squirt bottle and a small, battery powered fan, would evacuate the building so the test would be put off for another day. Did I say that? Surely I wouldn’t do anything like that.
I’m trapped here for the nonce in NYC. It killed me on the radio yesterday when His Royal Hind-Ass said “we don’t know what the odor is, but it is not a terrorist attack.” You can imagine how better I felt after hearing that.
Back in the day – my father used Limburger Cheese on the vent fans… *grin*
I just shit my pants, again.
Turns out it may have been coming over from Jersey — you know, where the license plates say “Garden State” because there’s not enough room for “Toxic Waste Dump State”.
“Back in the day – my father used Limburger Cheese on the vent fans… *grin*”
Believe it or not, there is a cheese that out-stinks Limburger. My neighbor used to have a fondness for a tasty little item called “Bierkase.” Believe me, you will think the cat crept into the crypt, crapped, and krept back out. Her hubby made her keep it outside. Now, THAT’S CHEESE.
Yes you would.
I couldn’t remember what the stuff was called.
I remember a gas company tech saying they once spilled some in the back of a truck, and you could track their route from then on by the reports of gas leaks.
Can’t they just have “Mangod” Obama make a stopover in NYC and cut some giant farts? To the liberal New Yorkers, that would make the entire city smell like Chanel No. 5.
Both Limburger and Bierkase are scented euphorics in the manner of Attar of Roses compared to my Dad’s delectable delight, Gamelost. It is a Norwegian wonder, the name is unpretentious and means simply, “Old Cheese.” Mom made him keep his out in the back shed.
Legend has it the Norwegians claimed whatever land they wanted in the Midwest by placing dabs of gamelost along the borders. Anyone with a functional olfactory system promptly decamped, desperately gagging and gasping for air, leaving the Norse in control.
They celebrated with a lutefisk dinner.