Re: Wind.
I heard of a seventy-five year old woman who suffered terrible wind, so finally decided she would go to the Doctor.
She told him, "I pass wind every time I move."
The doctor asked her to take a seat, and she farted. He asked her to stand, and she farted. He asked her to walk across the room and she farted with every step. Turning round, she farted.
Walking back she farted with every step.
"Hmmm," said the doctor, "I think I need to do a rectal examination. Go behind the screens and take the bottom half of your clothes off whilst I fetch a nurse to act as chaperone."
Outside the door, the doctor could still hear the woman farting each time she move.
Knocking and re-entering he asked the woman to come out from behind the screens and bend over the couch. Again, every movement caused another fart, culminating in the loudest one so far as she bent over.
It was so loud that the receptionists and other patients in the waiting room heard it.
Bending and shining a light in the direction of the lady's fundamental orifice, the doctor asked the woman to spread her cheeks.
As she did so, there was a sudden rush of pungent gas.
After a moment the doctor stood and went to pick up a long wooden pole, and then back walked towards the old lady.
Looking over her shoulder the extremely concerned woman said, "Oh my gods doctor, what are you going to do with that."
"I'm going to open a window, it stinks in here."