The Art of Fart
When I was growing up farting was a family sport. My brother Michael got so good at it that he could make a fart noise without farting! He would use his hand in his armpit to generate the sound.
We loved it.
Of course, we would play the old game, “Point to the one who did it!”. The rules were loose and the opportunity to start pointing at anybody in the room whether there were farts involved or not…