Flatulence humour

She who smelt it, dealt it.

What? What smell? What!

She who denied it, supplied it.

What? What? I'm not that kind of dog! Breaking wind! I don't do that kind of thing. I'm like the Queen!

She who expressed, compressed it.

What? Trumping? Me? Never! Never in a month of Sundays!

She who maligned it, designed it.

What?

Oh okay...

Mea culpa