Weak
Rich King's Breakfast Nook | East Gretna, NE | 05/12/2005
(1 out of 5 stars)
"I'm a conasewer of farts and was duped into buying this thing by a hot french chick I met in Iowa. She was like, "You will love zee farts on this thing" and since I had never held back a jork while in her company I figured she was probably right. I've learned you need to set the ground rules with forgein chicks from day one. When I meet forgein girls that totally dig me, I usually tell them, "Look, we're going out to dinner and I'm going to eat me some tasty onion rings. Later this evening they are probably going to cause me a little gas pain that I'm going to let out. It may be a hush puppie or a boxer painter, it's too early to tell, but I AM going to fart tonight." Yes, the girl is usually taken back by that a bit, but if you look like I do, you can point your butt at the girl and tell her it's coming and she's not going anywhere. It's just the cost of doing business if you want to date me. Anyway, I get the CD and expect everything from Onion ring jorks to Dr. Pepper audio dynamite. What do a I get? A couple clowns putting together fake farts through sound effects. Like I've always told my mom, if you're going to put out a cd of farts they had better be authentic. The public knows what a real cheese chop sounds like. Don't get duped into this like me. Save your money to buy more food that makes you fart, go home and every time you let one go, wave it at your face and enjoy yourself."