I must admit that this story is little more than just hot air, butt:

I’ve been reading about this little trollop, Stephanie Matto, on the TLC channel who has been selling her own jarred farts for $1000/jar.  Subsisting on a diet of yogurt, eggs and well, beans, of course, she set about devising a system for capturing her own flatulence.  Just when I thought her escapades had reached a low point, it was reported that, for an extra fee, a video of her actual gas trapping process could be made available.  It seems this purveyor of her own methane has earned $200,000 over a two month period.  Is “fartepreneur” a word? Who in the civilized world could have dreamed up such  a farce or should I say, farts?  My understanding is that her project “blew up”, so to speak, after she made a visit to emergency room complaining of severe upper abdominal pain and fearing that a possible heart attack was the cause.  Could this mean that there is an untapped market for adolescent and colleges age boys?  

I had the Fleet—ing thought that Ms. Matto may well be a genius!  In fact, she said so herself! 

“I kind of feel sort of like I’m the Einstein of fart jars at this point.” 

I wonder if she should be paying a tax on her carbon footprint, since she has made it easy for the Fed to track her jarring activities.  If me and my dormitory full of lunatics at Oklahoma University had figured this out back in the seventies we might be billionaires today.  Hats off to Ms. Matto for converting ALL of her, uh, resources, into income.