Farting Quotes By Famous Folks

"I tell you, we are here on Earth 

to fart around, and don't let 

anybody tell you different."

~  Kurt Vonnegut, writer

"Jerry Ford is so dumb, he can't fart

and chew gum at the same time."

~  Lyndon B. Johnson, U.S. president

"My philosophy of dating

is just to fart right away."

~  Jenny McCarthy, actress

"A good fart joke makes me bawl

with laughter – so will somebody

farting. And the word 'poo.'

You can't beat a good poo joke."

~  Jenny Eclair, actress

"If I fail, the film industry writes me off as 

another statistic. If I succeed, they pay me a

million bucks to fly out to Hollywood and fart."

~  George A. Romero, film director

"At my age, you sort of fart

your way into a role."

~  Donald Sutherland, actor

"To stop smelling is to stop breathing;

people only really inhale the essence

of life when they pass gas."

~  Bauvard, writer

"Home is where the heart is,

home is where the fart is.

Come let us fart in the home.

There is no art in a fart.

Still a fart may not be artless.

Let us fart and artless fart in the home."

~  Ernest Hemingway, writer

"Let every fart count as a peal of thunder for

liberty. Let every fart remind the nation of 

how much it has let pass out of its control.

It is a small gesture, but one that can be 

very effective – especially in a large crowd.

So fart, and if you must, fart often. But always

fart without apology. Fart for freedom, 

fart for liberty – and fart proudly."

~  Benjamin Franklin, statesman

"A fart in the face is love."

~  James Kidd, writer

"I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think 

I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women."

~  James Joyce, writer

"Being married means I can break 

wind and eat ice cream in bed."  

~  Brad Pitt, actor

"I don't want to talk to you no more, 

you empty-headed animal food trough wiper. 

I fart in your general direction.

Your mother was a hamster, and

your father smelt of elderberries."

~  Taunting French Guard, 

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Embarrassingly Bad Album Covers – Secular Music Edition

I did a post similar to this on my original blog several months ago, but that was an all-Christian-music edition. This is its counterpart, albeit a bit time-delayed. I hope you'll get as much of a kick out of these as you did the other ones – if you don't remember them, click here to refresh your memory. Enjoy!  ~  JH

It's a bird...it's a plane...it's another disillusioned dude

who thinks he looks and sounds likes Elvis. "Reborn", no less.

Stop staring at me like that, manwoman. 

You're making me very uncomfortable!

Will the real dummy please stand up?

That is, hands-down, the ugliest dummy I've ever seen.

The one on the left in the red pants is pretty hideous, too.

I've seen "E.T." That's not what he looks like. Not

even close. That guy'd have given Elliott a heart attack.

What exactly prompted this guy to call himself "Little"? Not 

trying to be rude, just curious. Okay, I AM trying to be rude.

This one kind of speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Well, they're spectacularly large, that's for sure. Other than

that, they're not so impressive. I give 'em a B minus.

Lady, you're on the wrong side of 40 and dressed like a

babydoll. And your accessory dogs are equally ridiculous.

It's time to cash that check. The reality check, that is.

There's something Henki going on here...

This is taking the whole "glam rock" phenomenon 

in an entirely wrong direction. No...just, no.

Don't look now, kindly oldster, but there's an angry Smurf

peering over your shoulder. And apparently, Papa Smurf approves!

Hangin' with my homegirls. Kickin' it. Just a typical Tuesday.

I called Eric Van Camp to ask him about this album cover. 

A strangely familiar-sounding voice replied, "He is not here."

Somebody spent too much time in the costume department.

Or too little time, perhaps, in her case.

You can have a feelin', Cody. I don't want it back afterwards.

"The White Knight Of Soul"? 

More like the "Baron Of Bouffants."

Dip 'em in yellow snow and you'll have the perfect snack.

Cheerio, old chap! Fancy a cheeseburger? No???

For some guys, this is the ideal woman. 

Barefoot, scantily clad, and toting her own fish.

Why, yes, they are!

I don't know if she's trying to seduce me, psychoanalyze 

me, or just creep me out. If it's the latter, it's working.

Mozart and belly dancing. It's like peanut butter and jelly.

No one sings sad songs like Sam Sacks. Sing it again, Sam!

Did she shave her legs for this? No, she didn't. 

And not for quite some time, apparently.

When you're ready, come and get it. (Ick!)

My eyes, Tubby Boots, my eyes! I'm not sure anyone

is "mature-minded" enough to be able to handle this!

Lunch lady by day, party dance fiend by night! You go, Mrs. Mills!

Ah, the Singing Midget. This should be a short album...

Mr. Banjo would like you to come over and sit on his knee

while he plays "Dueling Banjos." Please RSVP ASAP!

He's here! Ok...seriously...can he leave now?

"Zip...Zap...Rap." I think that about sums it up.

This is just weird on so many levels.

Umm...

As if a topless Tubby Boots wasn't sufficient to turn your stomach...

Oh my, it just gets worse and worse...and worse!

Cancer Cancer Cancer

This just goes to prove that even the great ones have their off days.

Well, what else were they going to do with that

truckload of sour cream they ordered?

This is the stuff of nightmares. You're welcome.