Fumed

There was an elderly fellow from Dopp whose steady gas-passing he couldn't stop. The odor was terrible totally unbearable so alone he lived as a popping fop.

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Daniel Turner

Date: 10/22/2016 10:02:00 AM

alone in his house full of stink he did nothing all day but drink, he'd fart in his sleep, the smell made him weep, he smelled like the missing link

Paul Schneiter
Date: 10/22/2016 11:21:00 AM

Ha, ha, ha--Wonderful, Daniel. I think you should be in charge of the Air Pollution Department of Soup.

Jan Allison

Date: 10/21/2016 6:04:00 PM

no wonder he lived alone lol - Seeing your comment about saurkraut made me smile - my father used to make it in a keg - I can still recall the smell to this day from the food and the after effects from eating it lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 10/21/2016 11:27:00 PM

Homemade sauerkraut: I can smell it now--freshly made and later, and later, and later. Thanks for bringing back a memory, Jan. hugs x x x

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 10/21/2016 2:58:00 PM

Too funny Paul; sounds like he so fumed he needed some fumigation, lol:)

Paul Schneiter
Date: 10/21/2016 4:39:00 PM

Thank you, Cheryl. I'm happy you enjoyed it. Fumigation was something he should certainly have considered, together with a change in diet. Personally, I think he ate too much sauerkraut.