Showing posts with label muskets. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Italy Stinks


The Lineup: Josh Duhahauhahmel and Veronica Mars pile into a small European car and fill it with garlic-smelling methane.

Fart Factor: A harmless rom-com 4 out of 10. He ain't mad, and she ain't tellin'!

Most Likely Fart Suspect: "Did I poot? Mi dispiace!"

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Why the Amber Grain Waves.


The lineup: Four of our nation's most famous and beloved presidents– George, Tommy, Teddy, and the one from the Rozerum commercials with the beaver. All four sit in an odd-shaped cloud of stink that would rot your wooden teeth. All wish they had arms to hold their huge noses.

Fart Factor: Surprisingly, 8 out of 10. George tries to keep a stiff upper lip. Thomas looks for concrete proof of the source of poot. Teddy remains stonefaced. And Abraham protects the back of his head.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: He cannot tell a lie.