On Mon, 24 Nov 2003 21:34:27 GMT, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

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On Mon, 24 Nov 2003 15:41:25 GMT, Jaques d'Alltrades wrote:

I bought some artichokes (subterranian) in a shop in Norwich, and they
were long, thumblike, rather small, and very un-knobbly.

Any idea what these were? I've saves them for planting... (When asked,
the assistant said: "Artichokes.")

Look up "Jerusalem artichoke". The inositol in them causes a lot
of gas.

I'm immune. Now.

A patient goes to see his doctor. "I'm having terrible trouble with
flatulence, Doctor. Oops! There's no stopping them. Oops! Still, it
could be worse. Oops! They are quite silent, and there isn't any smell."
Oops! Oh dear!

The doctor gets out a syringe.

"Now, Mr. Smith, first of all I am going to syringe your ears.......

substitute red hot poker up orifices for another version.
--
Martin