My dad used to listen to him. Well, still does. My mom always calls him Fart Bell.
Imagine that for a moment, if you will. An actual bell that farts.
A shiny little bell that doesn’t just
ring… it
toots.
Give it a shake and instead of a polite chime, it lets out a heroic little fart that echoes through the room.
Perfect for announcing your arrival with dignity, class, and a suspicious smell.