STYNK.

The Lineup: What looks like TJ from "The Sopranos," Ryan Phillippe, and the chick from that one 007 movie. And a ray of sunshine lights up the methane.

Fart Factor: 6 out of 10. Tony Junior isn't sure if he should bring it up. Ryan Phillippe just hopes the odor doesn't get absorbed by his goatee, and Eva Green could care less if anyone heard it. Got a cigarette?

Most Likely Fart Factor: Follow the sunlight; it's pointing at TJ. Yeah, you!

Not Just Strong. Army Strong.

(alternate title: Rear Admirals)


The lineup: Desperate Housewives, but not, because they're married to army guys, and it's on Lifetime instead of ABC. So it's totally different. And somebody farted.

Fart Factor: 7 out of 10. (Clockwise from the top) Sgt. Major Blondie is coy about the accusation. Corporal Vague Ethnicity is confident that she'll be exonerated. Private First Class Pantene Pro-V tries to ignore it altogether. Admiral Hey-That's-The-Girl-From-JAG-She's-Totally-Getting-Typecast thinks the P.F.C. dropped it. General Hoop Redhead won't be taking any shit– or gas– from Blondie anymore.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Pantene. Not asking and not telling totally doesn't work around here, baby.