Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Monday, June 16, 2008

"Fartknockers" Was Taken.


The lineup: A who's who of B and C-grade celebrities, all playing FBI profilers trying to find a serial killer in a terrible, terrible movie. Time is running out. And so is their oxygen supply.

Fart Factor: 7.5 out of 10. (clockwise from top) LL is that type of guy to drop gas and never tell. Random model chick feels threatened but pretty. Jonny Lee Miller stays cool but doesn't inhale. Kathryn Morris wishes her nose could disappear wherever her ears went. Random other dude warily (and wisely) keeps his mouth closed. Val Kilmer would like another meatball hoagie and a comb. And Christian Slater can't believe he's still in movies.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:
The watering eyeball in the secret square points at the shooter– K.M.!

WFF--Sneakers (1992)






Overall Fart Factor: 6 out of 10

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Who Farted Freestyle--Rocky Balboa (2006)





Overall Fart Factor: 7

New WFP Segment: Who Farted Freestyle!

Introducing a new segment without Lineup or Most Likely Fart Factor. Let's Freestyle with the 1982 film TRON!






Overall Fart Factor: 6

Monday, June 9, 2008

The Big One.


The lineup: You know 'em, you love 'em. The big boys of WWII in the historic Yalta Conference. And somebody here farted al fresco.

Fart Factor:
7 out of 10. Winston pushes the troops to France. FDR steels himself for a second air attack. Stalin prepares for another Great Purge. Three strong-willed leaders. Three unfortunate chairs.

Most Likely Fart Factor: Both Churchill and Roosevelt were known for frontal offensives. Only Stalin executed rear attacks.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Not Just Strong. Army Strong.

(alternate title: Rear Admirals)


The lineup: Desperate Housewives, but not, because they're married to army guys, and it's on Lifetime instead of ABC. So it's totally different. And somebody farted.

Fart Factor: 7 out of 10. (Clockwise from the top) Sgt. Major Blondie is coy about the accusation. Corporal Vague Ethnicity is confident that she'll be exonerated. Private First Class Pantene Pro-V tries to ignore it altogether. Admiral Hey-That's-The-Girl-From-JAG-She's-Totally-Getting-Typecast thinks the P.F.C. dropped it. General Hoop Redhead won't be taking any shit– or gas– from Blondie anymore.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Pantene. Not asking and not telling totally doesn't work around here, baby.