If I have burritos, I will not be held liable for the results. Let me put it this way.No tacos for you, Burritos for all
My friend, John, hunted and cleaned deer all of his life. We were also coworkers. One day, I had the gift of gas that would not stop. We were re-wiring an Ag building and computer lab at a school (during their winter break.) One of the other coworkers had flatulated into a bucket and brought it to me. The next day was my turn and revenge burns your buns. At least mine were warmed.
I would leave little presents at various areas where the other guys were working, including my friend, John. SBDs, they were. You could walk into the cloud and it was like hitting a brick wall.
Even John was gagging and crying and he has gutted more deer and feral hog than anyone I know.
So, pass me the burritos. And may God have mercy on your soul.