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!

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.