Remember as a young guy. At the bar there was always a gallon jar full of pickled eggs. The one in the local bar had a sign saying, best farts in town.35 cents
Oh pickled eggs and beer.
One day three of us were heading to a job in the company suburban. Me driving, the crew chief front passenger side and another crew member in the back seat. I had to stop for a stop light in the middle of town. The crew chief yelled oh my god and bailed out of the door as he did so the breeze blew across toward me. The window couldn’t come down fast enough. The guy in the back seat had been at the bar the night before drinking beer and eating pickled eggs. After it cleared I looked in the rear view mirror the guy in the back seat he face was brick red from laughing so hard.