I told a war story once that gassy really liked. In his honor, I will repeat it. On the waterfront in Izmir Turkey, they had these night clubs called pavions. They had ladies who worked in them whose job was to hustle expensive drinks from customers, especially homesick gi's. A friend and I was visiting one on this particular night. A pretty lady came and sit next to me and a homely looking one set next to him. He wanted a pretty one, so he tried to run her off by releasing gas. Being ugly, she probably didn't make much money, so she pretended she thought it was cute. She would smile and giggle and wouldn't leave.