The Devil's Perfume

My husband has had horrible gas lately. I mean really really horrible. Usually I don't mind one or two errant farts, but these have been so consistent and nasty that yesterday I made him promise to leave every time he feels one coming on. Last night, we both went into our bathroom to finish up our nightly routine before heading to bed. Unfortunately, this is also where he had been going to let loose. When we opened the door we were slapped in the face with the raunchiest, most disgusting odor one can possibly imagine. My husband sniffed, making a face. Then he turned to me and said, "Smell that? This is what hell smells like."