This is the finest fart candy to be had. My ex-husband, Bobs, and I were national farting champs in the late 70's. You may have seen us in the semi-finals, they were broadcast on ESPN. It's a little known fact but our next door neighbor, the educated rapper Chompson MC, actually invented the "pull my finger" trick. We used to love to get together on Friday nights and chow down on a big pot of bean chilli, load up on a bunch of fart candy, and read aloud excerpts from Ben Franklin's book, "Fart Proudly," or Jim Dawson's "Who Cut the Cheese: A Cultural History of the Fart." These days people are too busy running around like chickens with their heads cut off to just stop and enjoy life's simple pleasures, like farting.

In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control; even over his own will.

Just fist yourself dude don’t be a BABY