I wondered how NF would stand up to Google so I typed "fart" into the search bar. I couldn't think of anything better on the spot. Here's what NF.com came up with.
The girl at the top gnawing on a shoelace notwithstanding, the search results weren't half bad. And while fart ringtones are enticing, I think we both know, I went straight for the fart machine.
Nine bucks? For a machine that farts? An iPod cost like $300, and all that thing does is play music. Must be some sort of misprint. My mouse hovered over the "Buy Now" button, despite the stern CAUTION label on the package: You may die laughing. I had to capitalize on this bargain.I closed my eyes and clicked. And then, just as I whipped out my credit card, I stopped, and slid it quietly back in my wallet. A simple typo brought me to NF.com, and then, entranced, I almost purchased a remote-controlled fart machine.
NF.com must be doing something right. Because that's never happened to me on Google.
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