Clear The Pool!

The lineup: (clockwise from top left) That guy, that other guy, that chick, and that guy.

Fart Factor: A perfect 10 out of 10. Guy 1 shoots it out with the grace of a swan. Guy 2 is enraptured by the thrill of release. The chick barrels forward with the power of her thighs, and the last guy makes it squeak so loud it whistles.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: EVERYONE.

Letting It Fly On the Back Nine.

The Lineup:

3 wealthy investment bankers cut out early, cut one often on the links. It's pretty obvious at first glance who the culprit is. I'm going to surmise that he's the CEO and he's used to this kind of gazing-in-awe from his underlings. They're damned proud. This man's farts are robust and powerful, yet organized. If they were a polo shirt, they'd be white and tucked in. OK, maybe brown and tucked in.

Fart Factor:

5 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Subject:

The guy on the left.