Showing posts with label King Kong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label King Kong. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Quick, inhale the asbestos!


The Lineup:
3 construction workers. When you're working your fingernails to the grindstone, you're bound to let a few slip. After all, it's not like you can get any dirtier. These guys may have the most farts per capita of any of our previous posts. Except that bearded fat guy.


Fart Factor:
5 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:
The man on the right. What is that hole in the crotch of his pants? Is it part of a burning flame?

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Bell Curve Explodes


This UCLA statistics group is a hodgepodge. Of flailing asscheeks, that is.

The Lineup:
Lots of different ethnicities represented here. Which is always good. We've got the woman on the left, who looks perplexed, the man next to her, who appears to be getting away with something, the woman to his left, who looks slightly uncomfortable, though might be trying to look sexy, and we have the old guy with a King Kong shirt.

Fart Factor: 6 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Subject: 
I'm torn. My first impulse is to say Smirky McSmirkerson, but the more time spent studying this photo, the more I'm inclined to say he just enjoys a good gas pass. And Christ, just look at King Kong. His body language opens up a whole can of worms as to how bad he farted and how much he wants everyone to bask in his glow of nastiness. He's completely unapologetic. Gotta be him.