If someone cries ‘Fart!’ in a crowded theatre, everyone must exit in an odourly fashion.
Beethoven’s flatulence gave him great pleasure. So he penned Odour to Joy.
If you fart on a sheep, don’t worry — I’ll still hold ewe in ass steam.
Passing gas takes courage, aka intestinal fartitude.
Fart in my hotel room – toot suite!
Cosmologists concede: the Big Bang was actually more like a Big Fart. It’s the only theory of the universe that makes any scents.
Wildebeest farts are a gnu’s scents.
A fat man’s flatulence is truly flabber gas sting.
I am a professional flatulence-connoisseur. I enjoy fartisan whines. I am, as the French say, a smmelier.
To pass a law, the Queen must fart. Only then will it have royal ass scent.