I had an Indian from Pem Balti last night, and stone the flamin crows, my guts are paying for it today.
Deary me. I’ve had them before from there, and usually alright. But Christ, I’m farting like a whale and my stomach seems to be doing involuntary Yoga.
My farts absolutely stink.
I had one in Portsmouth the other week, my stomach was like a cement mixer,when I went for a dump it was like p*****g out of my a**e.
