I knew an Egyptian archaeologist who fell prey to a spell when opening up an ancient royal tomb.
He was cursed with chronic flatulence. At the most inopportune times, he’d rip one and embarrass himself and all around him. But oddly, “it” smelled like roses.
I guess you could say the Egyptian had a toot uncommon.
A friend of mine who I played high school football with, named John, with was a giant age 17. Huge! His whole life was football and that left him little time to date. He was focused on getting a college scholarship.,
Finally, he did get that scholarship to a Big 10 school and he started to meet girls, once there. One really caught his eye, a lovely sorority girl named Edith. They dated all though university. Crazy in love.
John had an “ok” career but was not drafted into the NFL upon graduation. Crestfallen, his dreams ended, he started to eat his sorrows away. And gained weight well above his playing weight.
Finally, Edith gave him an ultimatum : Lose weight or lose her!. John called me up, now more depressed than ever. “What do I do?? I love the girl!! I lost my chance at the pros, but I don’t want to lose her too”.
“Simple”, I replied. “You must stop eating so much and lose weight! You know you can’t have your cake and Edith too.”