FB told me this story: An old woman in a church leans towards her husband and whispers to him:
–I let go of the silent fart. What do you want me to do?
–Name the batteries in the proceeding aid.
I'm an old man myself, so I can laughter at jokes like that. However, we have people in Poland who, as shortly as they hear from us, are as if they were playing stinky farts. They think they are silent, but they are heard in Australia and America.
Tomorrow is independency Day, which makes us different Bąkiewicze (Omen nomen) stink. Sad and disgusting.
Michał Leszczyński
