Mark the second Fart Friday of the month with Stinks’ Fart Powder ($2.49). Add an extra ingredient to your coffee addict’s java with this fart powder that will have them rootin’ and tootin’ – and even burping — all day!  It’s a great office prank to play on the co-worker across the office.

While it’s not always easy to find unity between those with differing religious beliefs, there are still a few commonalities that every human being shares, and that’s the starting point to a peaceful society. So on April 17, 2009, “take some time to think when you take your time to stink” as you celebrate the sixth annual <b>Poop for Peace</b> day with StinksNThings.com, one of this year’s proud sponsors!

Created five years ago in a bid to unite evildoers in bathrooms across the globe, Poop for Peace Day is just a drop in the proverbial bucket toward achieving a harmonious society. There’s no better way to celebrate Poop for Peace Day than by sharing the stench, and Stinks’ Poo Pen ($2.49) makes a great gift for the little turd in your family. Really do the doo and get a bunch for your classmates: What teacher is going to confiscate 30 crappy pens? Or start a new movement and bring these “Number 2” pens to the office and unite your co-workers.

For those who get sentimental for Poop for Peace Day, capture your lasting memories (and bowel busters) with Stinks’ Poop Photo Frame ($7.99). Coming in at about 6 inches – or the size of last night’s dinner in the bowl – the frame is constructed of high-quality acrylic and holds any 4-by-6-inch image. What better way to make your Poop for Peace Day a permanent stain on your desk and to do your civic doodie?

Or light a candle and celebrate Poop for Peace with Stinks’ Dog Poop Candle ($5.49). This 4-inch-tall vertical candle looks just like the steaming mess your neighbor’s pooch left on your front lawn and comes in two colors – chocolate or powdered snow. Don’t fret, the candles let you create your own celebratory scent.

Don’t miss another Poop for Peace Day with Stinks’ Dog Poop Calendar ($10.99 On sale now for $5.50). Order yours in advance and mark the big day ahead of time and make sure your bombs aren’t for naught. Or get one for a friend as a subtle reminder of just how bad they stink at remembering important dates like Poop for Peace, April Fool’s Day and more.

Go for the canine trifecta with Stinks’ Doggie Doo Keychain ($2.49) and spread the word to your friendly valet – and make sure he never loses your keys again. Throw your office key card onto this and you’ll ensure nobody ever walks away with your keys to the work castle.

Cat lovers can get into Poop for Peace Day, too, with Stinks’ Fake Cat Crap ($2.99). Folded feline fecal matter – nothing says “me-OW” like this does. Add a little of Stinks’ Liquid Ass ($5.99) and really make a mess of things.

So whether you celebrate Easter or Passover or nothing at all, there’s no way Poop for Peace Day can go unrecognized. Don’t just do the doo or drop the bomb, be creative and spread the terd, uh, word and celebrate in style. Get into the spirit; bring your school, office, church, temple, softball team or book club together with gifts from StinksNThings.com.

Itching for the weekend? Celebrate that phrase with Stinks’ Itching Powder ($1.49) and throw a dash of the goods in your roommate’s chonies. Or better yet: Make the gang suffer just before hitting the club by adding a special ingredient to their designer duds.

Just like our parents taught us, there’s a time and a place for everything. And farting is no different. While guys can be forward and direct and just let ‘em rip and talk about them (instead of feelings) for hours, for women, farting is an entirely different beast. So pay attention here, ladies, Farty Frieda is here to provide you with an invaluable lesson on letting the ass gas go.

As we all continue to learn and grow from others, it truly is my pleasure to share the secrets I’ve picked up from my variety of lovely lady friends when it comes to finding the right time, place and method to letting your trouser coughs go in front of loved ones new and old.  For me, my best first air biscuit in front of a loved one came when I was in the hospital – farting is the first sign that your body is working again after going under for surgery. It was a new relationship and for sure the best ice breaker. But we’re not all so (un)lucky to have a funny story like that.

Take my younger sister (please!) – she’s your average college kid, always has a date on Friday and Saturday nights, straight A student. But she can’t fart in front of anyone: mom, dad, boyfriends, cousins and she even blames the dog when she lets off an ass rocket. But she has owned a few choice bombs in her history after having her third glass of Pinot. For her, being connected to a fart is truly a feat worse than wearing white after Labor Day. But it sure is funny when her blush isn’t just from the vino. I keep telling her that the best way to release the butt hounds is to do it silently and have fun with it: hug a family member, let it slide then blame them! But no, she insists on excusing herself, walking to the restroom and releasing there. Or at a family barbecue, walking to the other side of the house. She might as well just carry a can of room spray she’s so polite.

For other hens in the house, subtlety is completely lost and they’d just rather take the fall for the rump shaker. Like my mom. Mom loves tushie trivia: Like finding the source of the gas leak in the house, she enjoys figuring out just what she ate that’s responsible for the assignation. Was it the tacos? The milk? The coffee? It’s like fart-accompanied multiple-choice exams. But fun. Her rumblers are less entertainment and more trivia, and it’s a great way to take the focus off the stench when the answer truly is dairy related.

Then there’s me, Farty Frieda. It used to be just Frieda. But like all good things, I like to take personal ownership of the tasks I’ve mastered, and farting is most certainly one of them. I name them: Dairy Doozies, Flame Throwers, Green Fogs, Lingerer, Loud But Proud, Machine Gunners and Singing Elephants. My theory is that the best way to let ’em fly is to just own it. Be proud!

So whether you’re hush-hush about the puffers, inquisitive about the source of the leak or you wear your stink bombs like a badge of pride, farting for women is truly a reflection of our personalities.

Keep it stinky,
Farty Frieda

Everyone does it. Nobody wants to admit it…Passing gas. Farting. Or worse, sharting — eeck! And just like most are quick to blame their neighbor in cubicle land for that silent but deadly one, everyone has a term for it.

So behold The Fart List! I’m starting with the first 100 terms I found. It’s here that you’ll find every term for that funny act of  ass rumbling:  from the classic (Flatulence) to the crazy (the Mariah Carey), just let  one rip and have fun reading.

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The First 100…

1. Air biscuit
2. Anal acoustics
3. Arse cruncher
4. Ass explosions
5. Ass rumble
6. Assignation
7. Backfire
8. Balloon fart
9. Barking spider
10. Barn burner
11. Backdraft
12. Backwards burp
13. Beefer
14. Bender
15. Black cloud
16. Blanket ripper
17. Blowing dust
18. Blowing off steam
19. Blowing the trumpet
20. Booty bomb
21. Bowel howel
22. Break wind
23. Breezers
24. Brown mist
25. Brown thumper
26. Cheek flapper
27. Country cough
28. Crop dusting
29. Cut the cheese
30. Cut one
31. Dairy doozie
32. Dropping a bomb
33. Emission
34. Escapee
35. Fartknocker
36. Flame-thrower
37. Flatulence
38. Fly by
39. Foghorn
40. Green fog
41. Grumpys
42. Harley Davidsons
43. Hershey squirt
44. Honker
45. Jailbreak
46. Lay an egg
47. Let a toot then shoot
48. Let one fly
49. Let one rip
50. Lingerer
51. Loud but proud
52. Low rider
53. Machine gunners
54. Make a stink
55. Makin’ rainbows
56. Mariah Carey (because her voice)
57. Matchlighter
58. Muff guff
59. Nether belch
60. Nut knocker
61. One cheek sneak
62. Paint peeler
63. Pass gas
64. Pfffft
65. Playing the butt tuba
66. Poot
67. Popcorn
68. Poppers
69. Puffer
70. Queef
71. Racing stripes
72. Rapid fire
73. Releasing the hounds
74. Rippers
75. Roar from the rear
76. Rumbler
77. Running buffalos
78. Shart
79. Shoots
80. Shooting the breeze
81. Singing elephants
82. Sporting ducks
83. Stench trail
84. Silent but deadly
85. Silent but violent
86. Skunk
87. Stink bomb
88. Stink pot
89. Stinkin’ up the battleship
90. Squeeze me’s
91. Tankers
92. Tear-jerker
93. Thunder from down under
94. Toot
95. Trouser cough
96. Water bubbles
97. Wet willy
98. Windmaker
99. Window rattler
100. Zipper

So whether you’re loud but proud or silent but deadly, rest assured that as time (and gas) passes, more terms will be coined for the stinker in you.

PS.  PASS IT ON

Let’s talk about gas. No, not the price of gas – though in this instance the price can be quite costly – we’re talking farts here, people. Silent But Deadly, Rippers and the Terd Burglars who are frequent offenders.

An old friend once gave me a copy of “Everyone Poops,” by Taro Gomi. It’s a great book for young kids and anyone who finds that sort of crap humorous (pun intended). While the ol’ Number Two happens to everyone, there’s a fine art involved with letting gas slide on the sly and doing the doo in public. So sit back and enjoy as StinksNThings.com takes a crap, er, crack at the do’s and don’ts of taking care everyone’s of business in a place of business.

It all starts with the fart, remember that kids. And when you feel nature’s call about to rear its ugly (turtle) head, think of yourself as a Crop Duster and go for a brisk walk around the office and share the wealth (or misfortune) of all that dairy you had for breakfast. One key tip in making the fart rounds – make sure you don’t bring your stink trail back to your cubicle, or you might as well may have sprayed Liquid Ass at your desk.

Once you’ve released your gaseous fumes but know that there’s a certain Act Number Two to follow, it’s time to start plotting your course of action. There’s the old Fly By – scouting your nearest bathroom for occupants – or go on the hunt for Safe Havens, those rarely used bathrooms further from your desk and less likely to get you the nickname Super Pooper.

Now that you’ve found a stall and you’re ready to release the hounds, it’s time to go on tactical alert: Once you’ve taken a seat, anything can happen. Be prepared for the Jail Break – the machine-gun ripping farts whose surprise attack even surprised you. But worse than the Jail Break – by far more embarrassing as well – is the Watermelon. That’s right, the Watermelon: a poo that is so enormous that it creates a splash loud enough to win eight Olympic gold medals. While the Watermelon can empty some water from the bowl, it pales in comparison to the Havana Omelette – yep, diarrhea that creates not one, not two, but a full series of loud splashes. The farts that often go along with the doo are just the tip of the iceberg. It’s the smell that will curl your eyelashes. The stench is so bad that it’s like having a seventh grade flashback to when you first learned of the potency of stink bombs when you mistakenly broke one in your pocket. The stench seems to follow you for hours. But don’t worry, Stinks’, and our years of public pooping, can help.

While everyone will have these unfortunate events happen at the most inopportune times, there is hope in saving your oh-so-valuable reputation: the Courtesy Flush. When the turtle’s head severs, hit the flusher. Don’t wait, just do it. You’ll save yourself – and the Uncle Ted bathroom lingerer – from being tormented by the sad scent of last night’s bar tab. And if that solution isn’t subtle enough, try the Camo-Cough, your smoker’s cough that covers the splash – but not the stench – of your burrito.

So just remember that while there are limited ways to concealing nature’s less-than-great miracles, the only true safe way to do the doo is to do it at home.