Lot's of guys can burp the alphabet. I can urinate the Pledge of Allegiance.
I've never celebrated my bodily functions. In fact, I do my best to conceal them from passers-by. It's the neighborly thing to do. But I find myself in the minority. I suspect some of the guys I know will someday bottle their own flatulence for safe keeping in the unlikely event they exhaust their gas supply.
Even women are getting in on the act. I know girls who fart... proudly. What is this, ladies? A case of if-you-can't-beat'em, join'em? Ten years ago, women who drank beer and watched football were revelations. They were all the rage. You were lucky indeed to find one of them, like a Tickle-Me-Elmo doll. Now girls are burping and farting boastfully. I half-expect to find a Tickle-Me-and-I-Rip-One doll in the future. And she'll be female. Right next to Bodily Function Barbie with Potpouri-sented Flatulence.