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When my husband drinks any kind of dark beer (stout etc) his farts are off the scale stink wise, to the point of making me vomit. This of course means that I invariably wake in the early hours of the morning, retch reflex in action, eyes watering, and nose puckering; while I blindly try to open all the windows, turn the ceiling fans on and leave the room before I lose what's left of the previous night's dinner.
I would suggest that dark beer before spending a night locked in a room with my husband would be an excellent form of revenge.
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