Fart-alonga-Favourites on CD? Oh, Morti, how ever did you know?

I suspect (and I'm hardly ever wrong about these things) that with the fuel at the buffet, and the various rip-snorters and tight-assed #$%@ers around here, we could cover a few octaves on our own.

Mudcat Fartenackle Choir auditions to be held at the furthest corner from the fireplace. B.Y.O.C. (bring yer own clothespin---an' it does give a new meaning to "smoke 'em if ya got 'em", don't it?)