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I just visited Las Vegas this week, and while I was there I had my assistant constantly filming me. Now this is fine, since I needed him to, but what happens after I leave my usual diet and have been eating whatever I want for a whole week? Well, you're about to find out! I knew I was super gassy, and when I have to fart I just do. I decided I was going to play a trick on my assistant. I let out a small, smelly fart, and I immediately locked the windows. I decided to dutch oven him in the car! I let out fart after fart, filling the car with all of my flatulence until we got to our destination. I am pretty sure he secretly liked it, since his complaining about the smell of my flatulence didn't seem super genuine.  Oh well! Ass, grass, or in this case GAS, no one rides for free, am I right?