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As I\'m first at the bar, let\'s set the tone for the place with a golden oldie:
Everyone farts, admit it or not. Kings fart, queens fart. Edward Lear,
the 19th century English landscape painter, wrote affectionately of a
favorite Duchess who gave enormous dinner parties attended by the
cream of society.
One night she let out a ripper and quick as a flash she turned her
gaze to her stoic butler, standing, as always, behind her. \"Hawkins!\"
she cried, \"Stop that!\"
\"Certainly, your Grace\", he replied with unhurried dignity, \"Which way
did it go?\"
Everyone farts, admit it or not. Kings fart, queens fart. Edward Lear,
the 19th century English landscape painter, wrote affectionately of a
favorite Duchess who gave enormous dinner parties attended by the
cream of society.
One night she let out a ripper and quick as a flash she turned her
gaze to her stoic butler, standing, as always, behind her. \"Hawkins!\"
she cried, \"Stop that!\"
\"Certainly, your Grace\", he replied with unhurried dignity, \"Which way
did it go?\"