Have you seen today’s featured article on wiki? Maybe he couldn’t play the ocarina like Pujol did, but I’ll bet The Great Fartiste never had the cojones to suck flammable liquids up his Sigmoid colon.
Now here is some obscure recreational outrage if I’ve ever seen it! 100% approved even though I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.
Don’t you suppose Le Pétomane could have added flames to his act?
Well, it is documented that Pujol could blow out foot lamps with his ‘emisssions,’ shall we say, but I read recently that the presence or lack of methane in flatus is genetic. So maybe that’s why he never tried the classic party stunt that we all remember so fondly from our high school days. But I’ll bet there’s no way in hell Le Petomane would suck a liter of kerosene up his ass and then spark it. No way.
My first exposure to the Straight Dope was in the Cecil Adams books, back in the 1980s. One of the hardest bouts of laughter I have ever had was reading Cecil Adams’ description of Le Petomane in either the first or second Straight Dope book.
It was one of the first columns I ever read, too. I read it the week it was first published in the L.A. Reader. Must have been ’83 or ’84, thereabouts. My father was actually incredulous when he read it—he just couldn’t believe it was true.
July 6, 1984
My inner 12-year-old is giggling hysterically over the fact that Le Pétomane’s real name was “Pujol.” 
And I thought this was going to be about Mel Brooks in Blazing Saddles.
Give the governor a harumph!
Hmmm, maybe I should start training up my baby daughter (who does some pretty impressive power chucks from time to time) so that she can enjoy a rewarding career as a great regurgitator?
Did Hadji Ali write a ‘How to’ book?