Uh – “Breaking” News —
http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_328100.html?menu
And here’s where you can go to get your very own pair:
http://www.under-tec.com/
NOW you know what to give Uncle Billy for Christmas next year –
Dear God. Don’t let my gf read this post. I refuse to wear rubber underwear. And why do I have a mental image of farting and having the things inflate like a big balloon?
LMAO! Thanks for posting that link, Joe. I’m glad to have found a forums board that is not afraid to deal with the PENETRATING questions of life. 
(Bringing a tad of a downer in)
An aside problem with advanced prostrate cancer is incontinence and the worst gas known to humankind. Sadly, my dad knows this well. He is taking shots to put the cancer into remission, which has cured the incontinence, but as the shot starts to wear off, the gas comes back (thank diety the shot lasts in full strength about 3 months!)
His oncologist directed him to a company that makes draw’s with a charcoal filter. Now, recently having gone rounds with Depends, he swore to hell won’t have it that he would NOT wear a superduper maxi-pad looking thing.
Well, he has now decided that the charcoal filter is better than killing small animals with one ~foof~.
Poor guy.
<buys a case for her father>
I love my dad, but throughout my life, he has been responsible for some of the foulest scents that have wafted into my nostrils. And to paraphrase the fine song Thriller, the Funk of Forty Thousand Farts have permeated the very upholstery of the car, resulting in a faint but present aroma in the car on certain winter nights.
My father is a fine, intelligent, and upstanding man, make no mistake. But the sins of his digestive system must now be corrected.
Also, I’m so sorry about your father’s condition, Miss Take.