Last Saturday, my dad had a big gathering with some old classmates. It was sort of a potluck, and he always makes a huge batch of potato salad for these things. While a lot of it did get eaten, we ended up with a good amount left over. There's also a lot of beer left from the party. So, for the last four days or so, we've been eating the potato salad (which has eggs in it, this is important) to get rid of it, and drinking the beer because it's there and we like it.
The gas we've had this week could probably heat our house for the winter! A cousin came over to drop off a couple tools he had borrowed, and he thought someone was boiling eggs. My brother just lied and said, "Yeah, that was my lunch." No one had farted recently, meaning that it's our house
that smells like stale farts. So now we've got the doors open and some scented candles burning to get rid of the smell. Embarrassing, gross, and, if I'm honest, kinda funny.