My pickup died. My wife left me. Then, I soiled my drawers.

The Lineup:
2 country stars take themselves and their gaseous elements so seriously, even a hat with a wide brim can't conceal it. Their horses ran away after their nostrils became filled with fury.

Fart Factor:
A twangy 7 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:
They both did. Because that's what America would do. Consider it Farts for Freedom.

The wind in your hair. The sun at your back. The farts in your face.

The Lineup:

The Hell's Angels are dangerous. They deal drugs. They run guns. They kill people. Their farts are also dangerous. If you stop to think about it, it's a matter of simple physics: moving on a piece of heavy machinery at a great speed can only ramp up the stank of an explosion from one's nether regions. Common sense, kemosabes. 

Above, we see from left to right Sludge, Snake, and Beetlebrow getting rowdy as they ramp up their hijinx with beer, black denim (and leather, in Sludge's case), and loud, violent gas.

Fart Factor:

8.5 out of 10

Most Likely Fart Suspect:

Snake