Showing posts with label frocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frocks. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A Solid Pop Hit


The Lineup: Ronnie Hawkins (who?) on his LP release, "Rockin'."

Fart Factor: A rockin' 8.4. With one leg up and a hand ready to wave it away, Ronnie serves it up like a 6-year old starter at a tee-ball championship.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: It's always, and will always be Ronnie.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

1757: The Year of the French, Brits, and Farts.

Ed: the following is a guest submission from frequent reader Jessica Foster.

The Line Up:

Hawkeye, a white guy that thinks he's an Indian and Cora, a hot white
chick that hates guys that wear powdered wigs.

Fart Factor:

10 out of 10

The most likely stinky 18th century air punisher:

By the look on Cora's face, she is admiring a fart, most likely of
her own. No one loves the smell of other peoples' farts. By the proud
but a little distant look on Hawkeye's face, we can see that he is
torn between falling even more madly in love with his woman because
she can smell so bad it's good, or he is repulsed, knowing she
probably crapped in her Expensive English frocks.