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| Presumably thats based around Brussel Sprouts.
I like the idea that instead of fighting, all the soldiers stand around looking at each other in disgust and accuse each other of farting. | |
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true story here....
One night a long time ago, in a pretty drunken state in the greek "Steakhouse" restaurant I used to frequent, a couple of mates and me were finishing off our meals as the family who owned it were getting ready to eat theirs at a table just behind me at the end of the working night for them.
My mate had been letting off the old SBD's (
Silent.. But Deadly) for a while and in an effort to retaliate, I produced one which was a lot louder than I had intended it to be.
That was that for the main guy in the restaurant. He came rushing up to me very annoyed shaking his fist exclaiming in his heavy Greek accent "I can't believe you done a Gazza in front of my family while they are eating...get out of my restauarant and don't ever come back"
That was the end of what had become quite a regular routine for me....pub till closing time followed by greek meal. For a while after, it being the usual thing to do, I would be asked if I was going to the Steakhouse to which I would reply "I can't" . When asked why not one of the others would invariably chip in with "he was banned for farting!"
The thing is, this would inevitably be misheard as fighting, and invoke exclamations of total surprise, me being regarded as such a pacifist. In some ways I kinda liked the "tough image" that this would betray and be tempted to leave it at that without further explanation....but my mates enjoyed telling the story too much to let it lie untold
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