When Farts are like Bullets

A thousand years ago, somebody wrote:

Atá ben is tír
ní abar a hainm;
maidid esi a deilm
amal chloich a tailm!

Which you could translate as:

There's a woman from this area
I won't mention her name
but her farts fly
like stones from a sling!

For some bizarre reason, it still shocks and amazes me to find that our ancestors were human beings, who loved to laugh and to mock each other. Who didn't spend every second on their knees in church, or dying of plague or boredom or Vikings. I mean, it's pretty obvious when you see some of the illustrations from the Book of Kells that even monks had grins plastered on their faces most of the time.

Anyway. Bloody rain. Am I right?

P.S. I found the quote here and have altered the translation a little to suit my own taste.