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Rob Beschizza at 7:31 am Tue, Jan 22, 2013
Ai fahrt in yur jeneral directsion.
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
That’s what the French are saying, at least. We know the truth.
At least it’s not the Salton Sea this time.
Don’t remind me. Last year was the worst. We were blanketed by the stench almost daily for about a month.
“What a dreadful smell!” said the uninitiated stranger. “It is the smell of the Continent, sir!” replied the man of experience. And so it was. (Frances Trollope)
If it smelled of rotten eggs it probably contained some hydrogen sulfide, which is not a harmless gas…
Methanethiol, aka methyl mercaptane. Also a main ingredient of bad breath.
Alternative headline: “+100k Brits calling the police because of bad french breath!”
Yay, let’s make some xenophobic jokes about the French, it’s not like they’re real people anyway.
Tell this YarYar Binks and Anakin, do ya? ;)
They´re awfully delicate people too. I can just picture them all drenched in tears over four or five mildly offensive jokes on boingboing.
Ah, come on. The French have been joyously thumbing their noses at John Bull’s sneering for centuries. And farting in their general direction.
I thought the Paris PD did rather a nice job of trolling them in the following statement:
“[…] the gas posed no health risks but warned that it smelled like a mixture of sweat, garlic and rotten eggs.”
Substitute drains for rotten eggs and you’re reading the stereotypical reaction of a John Bull Briton on his or her first (and probably, last) visit to Paris. It’s up there with “Coachman, the postilion has been struck by lightning” among snort-inducing literary clichés.
How could a gas that smells like B/O and eggs be harmless?