Wilford Brimley probably has the most foul gas in the world.

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We're talking about paint peeling, wet-dog plus burning hair and papermill, hazardous to your health level of farts here. Something on a whole new scope of smell, something that normal people would have no frame of reference for how to react to. Fetal postion, in the corner, cold sweat, night terrors during the day. Bad news.

Let's break this down. W-Brim is an overweight, elderly, heavily medicated man who has an enormous mustache and eats lots and lots of Quaker Oatmeal. Then he rides horses all day. I can smell those last two sentences.

Imagine being in a steam room with the man when he lifts a pink flank and lets one go, the fart ripping through the air with a noise that is oddly akin to his name...."BBBBRRRIMMMMMMLEYYYYY!!" He'd chuckle.

A combination of oatmeal, medicine and horses. Of oatmeal and medicine and horses.

I'm pretty sure all the menthol in the world wouldn't be able to cover up one of Wilford's.