I am cracking up at Joh - "I will fart on them".

My aunt and uncle got me with the remote fart machine. I hadn't seen them in easily 12 years and they hid the machine in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. The first time they pressed the button, I honestly thought I'd let one slip out unintentionally and was mortified. Then they did it again and heard them and my husband snickering outside in the hallway. They got my grandmother with it later that evening and my aunt (Tammi, the one who passed away this past July) the next day. Farts are always funny. So is poop.