My uncle's strange job!

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My uncle Alfred used to have the strangest job i have ever heard of. He was the official odour detector to the king of Tonga. Back in the 70's it was an offense to fart within sniffing distance of the god like king Faha awayway the 12th of Tonga. My uncle would walk 10 yards in front of the king and if he smelled any egglike aromas he would summon the fart infantry to remove the offensive man or woman. this of course increased the chances of detecting the deadly sulpher gases as many people lost control of thier bowels in fear when my uncle approached them. if anyone dared commit this henious crime it was punishable with a week in jail and the offending underwear was run up a flag pole for all to see , skid marks an all. this unusual job came to a close after the infamous elevator incident. my uncle had a jippy stomach after drinking guinness all night and eating stewed prunes at a midnight snack with princess tooty fruti (that's another story) and had decided that he had better leave work discretly for fear of a bottom explosion that could harm his career. as my uncle stepped in the lift the king appeared with the visiting president of Fuji and his state ambassodors. My uncle tried to keep it in but to no avail. stuck in the lift with no escape he exploded in a cacophony of bottom burps accompanied by a toxic smell only rivelled by chernobyl. My uncle escaped under the cover of darkness with his underwear still attached to his person but 30 years later the king still sits in the mental institution, huddled in the corner for fear that the spider on the wall will let out a ripping fart. I should also say that im bored and the above story is complete nonsence. so for those that have no control of thier sphincter i apologise if i caused any offence. And for those still reading this far, you must be as bored as me!