reminds me of a joke:
A young man asks his girlfriend if she would like to join his family for dinner. She happily agrees and that evening, the two drives off.
They arrive safely at the parent’s home. At the family dinner, just as the mother begins to pass the appetizers out, the young woman feels a rumble in the pit of her gut. Already she can tell that her stomach is upset. Not wanting to be rude, she proceeds to spoon herself some food.
Suddenly, she rips a terrible fart. It is loud. It smells. The entire family stares right at her. The mother stands up and points in her direction.
“Colby! Stop that!”
The young woman looks under her chair to find an old, lazy hound dog. She realizes the family has mistaken their dog as the culprit, and the woman exhales a sigh of relief. Now she can fart without worry, for the hound dog will take the blame.
Throughout the remainder of the dinner, the young woman continues to let loose, each one worse than the next.
“Colby!” ”Hey!” ”Enough!”
As the mother brings out the dessert, the young woman lets loose with a final, trumpeting, outburst. With that, the mother slams her fist down on the table and shouts.
“COLBY! GET OUT FROM UNDER THAT WOMAN’S CHAIR BEFORE SHE CRAPS ALL OVER YOU!”