Every winter it's a battle to keep my dad away from the brussel sprouts. He loves them. But every time he eats them, without fail, he fumigates the house with his sulphurous flatulence. He's worse than the dog. At least with him you get a small 'pftt' of warning. Dad's are silent and deadly. He always denies them too, tries to blame it on someone else. But we know his special aroma. We also know he enjoys laying them too, he think's it's funny to stink up the house. Mom's stopped buying them but now he comes home with a bag from the green grocers, grinning like a school boy.
ravinder described this, November 2, 2013.