Jazz Hands Will Help Waft It a Bit.

The lineup: YOUR UNLV Rebel Girls! Let's hear it, fellas! These girls have practiced their hearts out and kept their school spirit, just to be able to explode in front of you at halftime!

Fart Factor: 3 out of 10. All the spirit in the world wasn't enough to drive that terrible smell THAT-A-WAY. Some are checking their fresh pits for the source. Most have kept their pasted-on smiles throughout the ordeal.

Most likely Fart Suspect: Cassie, the dirty blonde. She's trying to ventriloquist that shit over to Brianne.

The wheels on the bus go pffth pffth pffth.

The Lineup:

Four hungover college students from Texas A&M take the bus back from a debaucherous, regretful evening in which they probably all did each other and don't remember any of it.

Fart Factor:

6 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:

If nothing else, one thing is prevalent throughout all facial expressions in this photo: apathy. From the girl begrudgingly texting to her friend thinking about whether or not her compadre wore protection, everyone's defeated at this point. The day-after beer fart let loose by the guy in the sunglasses garners a half-second of entertainment in a sea of bleakness for his orange-shirted buddy, but don't be fooled: this day has no hope. No one else even notices, or cares.