SMEL AMI

Finally, a new WFP post! Sorry if I haven't posted since September, but I've been busy playing the lottery and hoarding.

The Lineup: Uma, Kristin, Twilight, and Wednesday. All somehow dressed in the Google logo colors.

Fart Factor: A lukewarm 4. Uma ain't tellin' nobody nuthin'. Kristin looks around to see what smells as bad as "The English Patient." Sparkly boy wishes he could fan out his waistcoat, and Christina wonders what happened to the rest of her neck.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Google! They do everything now!

Fresh Smells Served Daily.

The Lineup:

6 really old food service workers, 5 of whom are experiencing the scent of discovery.

Fart Factor:

6 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Subject:

These guys are so collectively gassy that they could knock the frosting off of one of the many delectable desserts they're accustomed to serving. One man stands out, though. But this time, it's different. This time, it's mid-push. That's right. The poor man's James Carville, third from the left. A few of these guys seem to know what they're in for, a few are blissfully unaware at this exact second. The guy on the right seems particularly alarmed. He's seen this before. 

Haven't we all.