Infidels.

Some of you may recall a rather memorable blooper that still turns up occasionally on those "TV Outtakes" compilation shows:

A racetrack announcer was calling a race on television, and one of the prominent horses just happened to be named Hoof Hearted.



Signor V.

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It helps if you're driving through New Jersey. You can always blame the smell on that!

You mean NORTH Jersey, of course. The rest of it is still (deservedly) the Garden State, after all!

Remember... a garden is often filled with manure.

I'M in that garden

OK, but remember, the best vegetables or prettiest flowers grow best with lots of manure. The place in which they grow often doesn't smell too good.

Reminds me of the story of the guy who was taking his new girlfriend out to makeout in his car. He drove up to the West Side Highway and pulled over in one of the parking spots overlooking the Hudson River. Feeling he had a romantic setting, he started kissing his girlfriend, and one thing led to another. He kissed her breasts and she was getting turned on, edging his head downward. He kissed her stomach and she was even more turned on and quickly losing all her inhibitions.

She wanted more action but the guy was moving slowly; too slowly for her. She built up her nerve and finally said, "Kiss me lower". So the guy (who was a little slow) kissed her a little bit lower but not exactly where she wanted him to kiss her.

She was moaning now and said, "No, kiss me lower. Kiss me where it smells".

The guy then started the car and drove over to Jersey.

The Farting Preacher

My wife and I used to tease each other about the occasional bad breath, referring to it as - Secaucus Pig Farm Breath.

Well...sorry to rain on everyone's parade of flatulence...but I have positively NO idea who pharted. This question NEVER comes up in my day-to-day social interactions. I mean, if someone did phart, I assume we would just 'pass' it over and continue with what we were doing.

Of course...I suppose if I spent my day lying around in filth, scratching this and smelling that, that a phart question would inevitably make an appearance. As is, I'm way too busy to stop and smell the pharts.

Whatever happened to the old adage, "He who smelt it, dealt it".

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And he who made the rhyme, did the crime.

It went the way of SBD and LBH

Well, there's still that television commercial where the woman says during the board room meeting, "Sales have been flatulent! I have been silent but deadly..."

Then there was the episode of Iron Chef America where the secret ingredient was parmesan cheese - huge wheels of it, to be exact. When Mario Batali went at it with his knife, I really expected Alton Brown to proclaim, "And now, Iron Chef Batali's going to cut the cheese for us!"

Betcha that would've cleared the studio...

Signor V.

Oh, I see, Pizzaboy gets called a way for a week and it's okay for everyone else to talk about bodily functions. If I did it, I'd never hear the end of it. Talk about a double standard!

Oh, and to answer the question, it was me.