Mr Stingray, & his amazing propensity for producing gas.
Good god, where to start?

There's the time he farted during sex, & it was so bad that I had to force him to stop, get up, & open the window. In the middle of one of the coldest winters ever. Strangely enough, he didn't get any more that day.

Or how about the other day, when all three of our cats were sitting on his lap, & he farted so violently that they all leaped up at once, causing a rather amusing mid-air collision.

Speaking of the cats, he was so offended when I complained that one of them had done a fart that outstank him, that he spent an entire evening trying to prove his superiority by walking up to said cat & farting in it's general direction (whilst impersonating the Frenchman from The Holy Grail).

He also once came home a rather bright shade of red after having followed through on the way home from work whilst trying to rid himself of a particularly stubborn flatch.

And whilst at work, he likes to sneak up on people who are stuck in tricky situations they can't get away from in a hurry, such as dealing with a customer or the boss, release his best effort, & slyly walk away leaving the poor unfortunate to face the embarasing consequences.

To be honest, there are some days when I think our household must be single-handedly keeping the good people at Oust in business...
( Sylia Stingray is pilfering the biscuits on, Fri 13 Jul 2007, 19:13, Reply)