The last time I broke wind was back in the sixties! Disgusting and pungent aroma emitting from the torso of Masky....it was a Tuesday as I recall in the year of ‘67...aka, the year of hippie love. It rained later in the day, and we ate potatoes and beans! Ah, yes I remember it vividly! Both myself and the queen decided, enough already, and to this day, no such toxicity has blown in the wind! True!
