At least until he can fart properly again.

My uncle Calvin was showing me his blackberries one day, and cut forth with a long drawn out series of what, for lack of a better word, I call “motorboat farts”. Dry and droll as ever, he remarked ‘A man can fart like that, can’t be too much wrong with him”

I tend to agree. Fart well, Aman. And we’re looking forward to a Fartcast. Which is like a podcast, only without the aroma.