#Rhett and Link sniffing

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Guys I can’t with this video from GMM

Like they had to know what they were doing???

This whole video is just abo fanfic fuel I swear. It’s so uncomfy.

Im convinced the crew has never been on ao3 cuss I’m like 95% sure I’ve read a fic with this exact concept.

It gets even worse when they start saying they know each other smells. Like they can recognize it. Even saying they got “ family smells”.

Don’t even get me stated on Rhett’s whole smell descriptions are literally straight up out of abo like. They smell like grass and the night. Rhett buddy you can’t do this to me.

The good medical more episode is even worse, they’re picking out who is Romeo and Juliet, who is Kermit and miss piggy. Burt and Ernie everyone’s favorite Sesame Street gays.Like guys please don’t do this to me. I want to be normal in the morning. Not think about abo and ships pleas.

[downthepub]

wait, what?

he really does say that

oh! it was the prize from the episode (and they didn't win the prize) but rhett still can't stop talking about it lol

???

[yrwestillhere]

Link might be or might not be autistic I don't know BUT let me say this

He is a very non-online person, to a surprising extent. And so a lot of the things he does will have a certain meaning to online people but a different one to non online people.

Like when he sniffed the shoes today, most viewers will think "foot fetish", while older less online people will just think "weird, funny!" which is what Link is going for. In my eyes at least

He's basically like if you transported someone out of the 70s and put in the 2020s, it makes him very unique and endearing.

though Rhett says Link has always been weird but eh, I think Link is just a very secure person who's true to himself, and most people aren't true to themselves especially in public and social settings, so that makes him stand out

But he's not by any means socially awkward, insensitive, apathetic, etc

he just quirk chungus fr and I love him dearly for it

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[kaluwa-del-conte]

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[proudmythicalbeast]

Teacher's pet

[jacularmetteld]

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[lovelyrhink]

hi loves can we please talk about rhink scent kink? like after a nice day hike they get back to the hostel and rhett’s just so hot for the way his boyfriend’s bare arms glisten with sweat and he gets him on the bed with his hands up his shirt before he can even choke out a moan and rhett’s nuzzling into his damp skin and smelling the natural musk at joint between neck and shoulder and rubbing off on him like he wants their scents to mix, pressing his mouth in link’s damp shaggy hair and breathing him in, lifting up his arms to feel the lean muscle and snuffling down into his pit, mouthing at the skin and breathing in the familiar, sensual scent...

[jula483]

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[ladycynthiana]

Happy ten years of Rhett sniffing Link's hair covertly!

[lallyloo]

Pheromones

(After the mention of Link sniffing underwear on GMM today, @fanbabble and I started texting/writing boxer-sniffing fic. This is the result.) Link is annoyed to find Rhett’s clothes in the bathroom again. They have a washer in the creative house just for this purpose! He grabs them to throw in the laundry. He looks down and notices Rhett’s wearing those expensive-ass Armani underwear again. They look a little damp. And the smell can’t help but work its way to his nose as he walks down the hallway. By the time he reaches the laundry room something has clicked in his brain. He throws the shorts and the tee and Rhett’s socks in the washer.  He’s left holding the grey boxers.  His vision gets a little hazy as he holds them to his nose and takes a deep breath.  He can smell sweat, of course, acrid and pungent. But there's more. Another smell. Something strong and musky, and Link takes another deep inhale, chasing the scent.

The thickness of it fills his nostrils, coating him in it, traveling down to the back of his throat. It's so thick Link swears he can almost taste it. Rhett's dick. The damp sweat that's dripped from his balls has left a wet mark on his boxers, and brought with it a lingering reminder that Rhett's cock has been in these boxers. And now Link is so close he can smell it. Maybe even taste it. He inhales again, breathing in the scent from between Rhett's thighs -- a smell that's usually kept secret from him, one of the only secrets they keep from each other -- and Link exhales a loud groan as his free hand slips to his own cock and he gives himself a squeeze through his grey jeans. He doesn't think it over, doesn't consider whether it's a good decision, he only knows he's doing this. He has to. His brain tells him 'yes', and his dick is shouting 'DO IT', and his jeans are open and loosened and his hand slips in easily, dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, and down.. His dick is hot and he groans again as his cool fingers wrap around his hard length and he gives himself another strong squeeze. He knows this will go too quickly if he's not careful. He feels like he could come just from Rhett's scent alone, and something burns in him, something almost wild. Link tips his head back and holds Rhett's underwear over his face, breathing in again, deep, deep, deep, and he pants out a pleasurable exhale. It feels wrong, and dirty, and it's so fucking hot Link's dick strains in his hand and leaks a trail of precum into his boxers. "Fuck, Rhett.." Link breathes as the scent of Rhett fills him again, the earthy musk of him coating the back of Link's throat. He can almost imagine Rhett is right there -- his body slick with sweat, his cock throbbing as he holds it to Link's lips and silently asks him to take it. And Link would, without question. He'd bury his face in Rhett's groin, inhaling the scent of him, tasting his sweat and moaning as Rhett dripped over his tongue. Link moans against the boxers, and he wants to try it, he needs to know how Rhett tastes. His tongue lolls out and laps against the damp fabric, and as the salty taste hits his taste buds Link thrusts into his hand, his hips moving on their own accord, his body needing friction and release, and fuck, he's going to come in the laundry room at the creative house.. But he's too far gone now to worry about it. Link pauses just long enough to shimmy his jeans down his thighs so he's standing bare-assed in the creative house, his cock out and leaking long lines onto the floor. Usually he'd hate it -- he dislikes a mess, can't leave it alone -- but sex is different. He thrills in making a mess, the naughtiness of letting his dick leak onto the floor is enough to make him gasp and press Rhett's underwear harder against his face. He's careful to not get too far off track, afraid he'll lose that sweet wet spot, and he flattens his tongue on it and takes in whatever taste it will give him, thrusting into his fist as he does it, his dick making a slick slick sound as he fucks into his hand. He's so wet, his cock leaking so much he hasn't had to worry about how to lube himself, his dick's done it on its own with no effort, and fuck, the way his cockhead slips through his tightened fingers with a pop pop pop makes his hips stutter and he breathes in Rhett again. He's so close. He can imagine Rhett there, fucking into his mouth and coming hard, pulling out to smear over his lips and across his cheeks, and Link's face would burn as Rhett painted him, and he'd lick him clean and beg for more, and eventually Rhett would do it again, or maybe he'd turn Link around and rail him. Link inhales again, breathing in Rhett, as he imagines Rhett pounding into him, that sweet musky cock giving Link the fucking of his life, and he's coming then, for real, gasping against the wet fabric as he shoots over his fingers and onto the floor. He's up on his tiptoes, his body sending him back a few feet as he spurts onto the tile, still blinded by the boxers over his face. He's still breathing harshly as he gives the underwear one last sniff, then he rubs them down his face and pulls them away. For a split second he considers keeping them -- stuffing them into his pocket to save for future use -- but he knows it won't be the the same, and Rhett's sure to notice if they're missing. Reluctantly, he tosses them into the washer and takes a quick look at the floor. He tosses a spare towel over the mess of jizz, determined to come back and clean it properly after he's washed the evidence of his misdeed off his own body. Link quickly slips his spent dick back into his boxers, cringing a little at the cold dampness, and he heads for the door. He's got a shower on his mind, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he turns the corner and slams right into Rhett. He's too speechless to even swear -- he just stares up at Rhett, his lips opening and closing like a stupid fish. "Am I interruptin' somethin'?" Rhett's got a smirk on his mouth and Link doesn't know whether he wants to smack it off or kiss it. "When'd you get here?" Link manages to ask. "A while ago. Heard some ruckus in the laundry room and thought I'd check it out." "Why didn't you say something?" "You seemed to be doin' just fine." Rhett's still smirking at him and Link can only frown back. "You could'a stopped me. I'd feel a hell of a lot less stupid right now." "Man, I wasn't gonna stop you. I'm not judgin'." Link's still frowning. "Rhett." "Hell," Rhett continues, "I would'a joined you, but I wasn't sure if you were doin' it ‘cause of me or ‘cause of the boxers. Thought maybe you were some kinda panty sniffer." "Shut up." "Hey man, I told ya, I'm not judgin'!" "It's not the-- not panties--" Link stammers before quickly correcting himself, "I mean, not the underwear." Rhett's watching him, like he's waiting to hear Link say it. "It's because they're yours," Link admits and he can feel his face burning. He'll never live this one down. Rhett says no judgement, but he knows Rhett will never let him forget it. He'll be an 'underwear sniffer' for life. But Rhett's not laughing, and he takes hold of Link's wrist and pulls him away from the hallway and into the living room. "I got new ones on," Rhett's saying, "clean, I mean, not so sweaty.. But if you wanna.." Link doesn't let him finish, he just pushes Rhett down onto the couch and falls to his knees.

[rhinkthreeways]

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Angsty Version)

Rhett sat at the desk and swished the bourbon around the dissolving cubes in his glass. It was the desk now, not his desk. The room went in and out of focus as tears welled up, and receded in his eyes. It had been stripped of all its contents and flair, no photos or trinkets or anything that would have marked it as Rhett’s. Rhett. You know… Host of Good Mythical Morning? The boss around here? The taller half? Now it was a naked desk in an empty room. Like it had been the day that they moved into this studio and made it Their Office. He drained most of his drink and carried the half-empty glass out with him, leaving the office space the final 1% emptier than it had been while he occupied it one last time.

A lump had been lodged in his throat for quite some time. He tried a little harder to compose himself as he approached the main studio. He took a steadying breath and wiped his eyes before he walked out toward the GMM desk to join Link where he sat silently on His Side.

“I think someone’s coming to move the desk Monday..” Rhett muttered conversationally.

“It still doesn’t feel real, does it?” Link asked.

Rhett was relieved that Link’s voice sounded as strained as his own felt.

Link continued with only a slight nod as an answer from Rhett. “It still feels like we’re gonna come back here, crew and all, and… you know, ‘Talk about that!’ I thought maybe once we’d wrapped the last episode, that I wouldn’t feel like that anymore. Or once the last episode had aired. Putting it out into the universe would feel like a closing bookend… But my brain refuses to catch up to reality. It’s over, man. Chapter closed.”

A rogue tear broke away to roll down Rhett’s cheek. Link raised his glass to his lips, but Rhett paused him.

“Dink it?”

Link smiled softly and nodded. He clinked his glass against Rhett’s. “Sink it…” Link took a long drink, and the ice rattled around the bottom of the glass afterward.

“I’m sure you’re at least a little relieved,” Rhett suggested.

“Would you be mad if I was?”

“What?” Rhett sniffed back some of his raw emotion and took Link’s hand.

“I know I’m always the one wanting to quit stuff. Ear Biscuits, the first time. Vlogs. And I know you weren’t—“

“I was never mad at you.”

“Frustrated then. Or some degree of ‘not happy’.”

Rhett smiled softly. “You came back around on both of those, after time.”

“But you were the one wanting to stop this. And now here we are. And there’s no one to convince you to keep going, like you’re always there to keep me going. But you know I’m not going to be that for you. You know that if it gets to the point that you’re tired of something, that I’m damn-well exhausted.”

“Link…” Rhett took another deep breath. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time. I know we both have. This has been our bread and butter for so long, and our livelihoods got so entwined with it, that it became impossible to disentangle from it without everything around it dying. But it feels like it’s time now. We got enough for all our kids’ colleges. And enough of a nest egg to launch us into our next creative venture… I don’t think we’re doing the wrong thing by letting it die now.”

“Or by not just, like giving it over to someone else to host? There were plenty of people that could give it a shot after us.”

“This was our thing. I like the idea of ending it as our thing. Those plenty capable folks are more than welcome to do their own thing. Even if it’s essentially a copycat production. But GMM… the channel was ‘Rhett and Link 2’... How you gonna have that without Rhett and Link?”

Link smiled, though his face was still shiny with tears. “I’m glad it’s not gonna be hosted by anybody else either.”

“I know we’re both proud of everything we accomplished here, and with GMM overall. But now, we’re gonna get to do all the creative stuff that we’ve been wanting to do. And… be who we’ve been wanting to be. The dynamic of the show wouldn’t stay the same if we became any more… open about who we are to one another. And I’m not about to be any less open about it.”

Rhett gathered their empty glasses, and tucked them carefully into his backpack before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

Link was grinning through the tears now. “Man, that’s gonna be one hell of an Ear Biscuit. I know there’s people out there that think they know… but there’s thinking it, and then knowing it!”

Rhett chuckled. He leaned down to give Link a comforting kiss. “It’s time, honey.”

“It’s past time.”

Link took his hand and they both stood up to walk out of the studio one last time. They paused for a moment to look back together in reverent silence, hands clasped tightly together, and then turning the lights down on set forever.

[harper44]

Hello beautiful bean, sending you another message to tell you that this part of "Not That Bad":

“Okay.” Just like that, Link’s hand is in the back of his hair, tipping his head back for a hard kiss. Rhett can’t help but moan into it, grabbing Link’s hips to pull him closer. Pulling at the hem, Rhett gets his shirt off. Link returns the favor and then noses down his neck, almost sniffing like a dog and Rhett groans as he nips and bites at his skin. “Never smelled anything so good in my life,” Link sighs, coming back up to kiss Rhett’s mouth again as his hand finds his cock.

killed me.

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Ah, thank you dear, that is a good bit. I really gotta finish that story, the final part is in the works!

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[neural-nett-and-link]

Prompt: “Today we fart “

cw: urine. this thing LOVES to talk about urine. i did not even mention urine. i blame the source material

- Today we fart 7 19 598 Flip Flop Simulator - In search of our flip best. - Let's talk about that. (upbeat music) Good Mythical Morning. Many of you have requested one of us to make a random game about flip flop. And it's time for - The Flip Flop Simulator. You're gonna need some tools. Stack Modellers. There are a few pretty simple tools that we've got. We've brought in a real hi-fi, some RC cars, and some wood. We've also got bamboo. - It's bamboo. - Mhmm. And some hamster balls. - Tons of hamster balls. (laughing) And orange juice. - And I got a bale of hay. - So there's a lot of wood in that thing, right? - Yeah, I've got a bunch of blocks, a pile of hay, and I've got a bunch of flimsy wood in the back. I hope that you're eating this thing up. - It's fake wood. Just fake wood. And I highly recommend you avoid the hamster ball. It's just fake wood, i a perfect replica. - It's fake wood. - It's fake wood. - Is it real wood? - It's fake. You can't compete without hamster balls. So we are going to design a game so that it can be played and as a result, we're going to get several people to do the same. - So I've been thinking a little bit. It's like... - I've been thinking it. - Do you know what I'm thinking? - Oh, gosh. - Well, I've been thinking it for a little bit. Oh, wow. Yeah. I'm thinking it's real wood that's been exposed to the air. Look at that. - I don't know. - Yeah. - I'm thinking it's real wood. - I just think it's real wood, man. - It's fake wood. - It's fake wood? - [Link] It's fake wood. - I've been thinking it for a second. - Sure, it made my teeth hurt. - I didn't mean to do that. - You're not gonna need that. - [Link] And it is a little bit big, man. This is like the pumpkin that was put on the Thanksgiving table? - That's what it is, right? - [Rhett] Trick-or-treating, I guess. - As a matter of fact, I actually went to the pumpkin patch yesterday. - How did you go to the pumpkin patch? - [Rhett] I went there and ate some pumpkin. - It's pumpkin, it's pumpkin. - Okay. - Now, I love to use the word pumpkin. - Shh. Use it. - But I eat it. I mean, I'm not gonna put that in this game. - [Rhett and Link] Hahaha! - You're going to get some hamsters. They're jealous, right? Mine was the rarest hamster on the planet. - That's right. Now, they say they have the hardest working hamsters. And that's true. But I mean, I know it's not true. And the best way to start to figure out the hamster's work ethic is to play a game about hamster balls. You know what, I've never been to the pumpkin patch. It's just around the corner. (laughing) And this is where I leave my home hamster balls. You know what I'm saying? - I live near it, man. - Just smack their heads in. - I don't wanna do that. - They gotta get the hamsters to bounce. I'm just gonna give you a perfect view of my hamster ball busting. It's just like this. - Is it real hamster ball? - No, it's fake hamster ball. - [Rhett] Okay. - [Link] It's fake hamster ball. I gotta tell you this. - It's fake hamster ball. - It's fake hamster ball. - It's fake hamster ball. - It's fake hamster ball. - It's fake hamster ball. - [Link] That's a dummy, I say that. - It's fake hamster ball. - People can be fooled. It's fake hamster ball, man. It's fake hamster ball. - You want an example. - What do they call it, "what do I call this thing?" - That's the other really weird part. - Okay. I think this is just dummy hamster ball because there's no solidy. - [Rhett and Link] This is dummy hamster ball. Like I'm just not proud of dipping my hamster balls. It's a hamster ball game, dummy hamster ball. And I mean ==================== - Today we fart __________ at work. - (laughs) Farting Pizza. - (farts into his PJ) Oh, ooh. (laughing) - (farts) And farting Pizza. - (laughing) They're the snobbiest slice pizza in America. And they just farts out of their hands. Just like they fart in public. Guys that I know. That's what people farting pizza in public are like. (farts loudly) This is like a hippie party. You know, there's a lot of people farting while they're farting pizza joints. And it's a cultural thing. It's a thing. One of the more common things to do with farting Pizza members is, "Hey guys, I'm Ralph." (alarm rings) Uh, that's Rhett. - (chuckles) Oh, he's going out. Uh, I'm Ralph. And I'm uh, this is Rhett. Just like I farting pizza. - Uhh. - (always farting) (laughing) - (laughs) - Ah, yes. - (laughing) - (farts loudly) That's right, Link, I'm an airhead and it's YOUR fault for farting while you're farting pizza. All right. Here is my cue. (Rhett) So if I seem unable to come up with a name for farting pizza, hold up my hand. And then I will now call it farting pizza. (everyone in unison laughs) It's really fun. (farts loudly) Yeah. Lick it. (farts loudly) Yeah. (farts loudly) Yes. (farts loudly) Oh, yep. (laughing) (Alarm rings) (Stevie) Okay, Link, the pizzaperson is farting pizza. (laughing) - Yeah. - (farts) Farts all right. (Stevie) You ready to fart? *Rhett & Link fly up with farting pizzas* - Huh? Link, what did you fart pizza in front of me? (laughing) (sniffing) (laughing) Yeah, I fart. Oh I'm very thirsty. (laughing) (sniffing) Yeah. Please. Okay, I'm gonna fart. (laughing) Alright, Link, I'm done. - (laughing) - (stuttering) Oh, I'm gonna fart. - (laughing) Oh, I fart. - (laughing) (sniffing) (Sniffing) (laughing) Oh, man. That was so great, man. I love pizza. It's absolutely amazing. - (laughing) - And you know, it's worth it to fart pizza. - Yeah. - ♪ (theme music) � ♪ ♪ (farting pizza) ♪ - ♪ This is a bold move♪ - But I don't think I ever fart. - I'm sorry. - (laughing) - Okay, here's the thing. - I fart pizza pizza. - Yeah, I fart pizza. - Well, I fart it around a lot. I fart a lot. - Yeah, I fart pizza. - We fart pizza, man. And after I fart pizza, I fart pizza. I fart pizza. - So you fart pizza, and then you fart pizza. - Yeah, yeah. - And you fart pizza pizza, which - Yeah, yeah. - Well, you fart pizza. - So we fart pizza pizza together. - At least I do. That's why I fart pizza. That's gonna make a nice film. Yeah, you're right. I fart pizza pizza. - I fart pizza, yeah. - Okay. Now, Link, you fart a lot. I fart pizza. - (laughing) - (farts loudly) Like farting pizza. And you fart pizza, too, right? - (laughing) Yeah, like farting pizza. So I fart pizza. - Yeah. - And I fart pizza, because my pizza actually farts a lot. So I fart pizza. I fart pizza. And I fart Fart Pizza. - (laughing) - I fart Fart Pizza. You fart Fart Pizza. You fart Fart Pizza. And you farties pizza. So I fart pizza, because I fart Fart Pizza. - Okay. - (laughing) You fart Papa Fart. He fart pizza. (laughing) So I fart Papa Fart. - (laughing) You fart Papa Fart. We fart Papa Fart. Papa Fart fart pizza. That's Papa Fart fart pizza. - (laughing) - You fart Papa Fart. - (laughing) We fart Papa Fart. Papa Fart fart pizza. You fart Papa Fart fart Pizza. - (laughing) You fart Papa F ==================== - Today we fart 1 4 39 How To Get A Pig To Like You - Want a pig to like you? Let's talk about that! ♪ (theme music) ♪ - Good Mythical Morning! - Mythical Beasts, we are doing a series of important lies in order to convince the public that we are on a farting road to getting a pig to like you, and we are doing it by lying about it. So today we are once again starting to move forward with this very important task. - We were already here. Okay, we've got a moral obligation to accomplish our mission. - Yep we do, it's time to start being honest. We'll start a series of important truths. I mean, I think what we're doing is important. We're doing an important task. We've got to train pigs to love us. So we're just gonna lie... - So you're going to lie? - No, I'm just going to lie about that. - Let's do this. ♪ (rock music) ♪ Let's do this. - Yes, together we will start truth. We're on the job. At this point we're not going to be enemies anymore. Since we're bot learning how to love each other, we're going to be friends with each other, and maybe a little bit more. - And then those legs won't be able to thank- You guys are going to start playing the game. - I'm just giving you the general rules and then I'm going to begin to fill in certain details on this person. Nothing has to be exactly the same. - Yeah, I'm gonna start with their name, their breed. I'm going to start texting them about their breed. - Yeah, we've got to get as close to the truth as possible. We're talking about everything between them. - They won't like us, they won't be able to hug us. They won't be able to put their feet up to the window like we are. - What? - This is like the game of chicken. I don't know why I'm doing this. - But you know, I went into business for real on this one. - I'm not a little game, I'm a bigger game. - Okay, I'll see you next time. ♪ (rock music) ♪ ♪ (Link & Various Instrumentals) ♪ That's that's all ♪ ♪ (reflection) ♪ ♪ The Bleak Creek Tollers ♪ ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ It's real ♪ ♪ Settlers of Cat's Backbone ♪ ♪ (singing sad music) ♪ ♪ It's No-Through-The-Set ♪ ♪ So, now that we've made our choice to get a pig to like us, let's take a moment to get the rest of our dog food and thank- you for being with us today, breaking the news to us. (gruffly) ♪ (Chapman) ♪ Happy Valentine's Day! ♪ Thank you Disney for wiring us a $300 gift card. (singing sad music) ♪ (chic chime) ♪ (audience claps) ♪ ♪ For the Do-Dogs (singing sad music) ♪ ♪ (chic chime) ♪ ♪ And, Disney Vacation! (singing sad music) ♪ (chic chime) ♪ That's the Disneyland theme song! ♪ ♪ (chic chime) ♪ ♪ ♪ Disney's Believe It or Not ♪ (chic chime) ♪ (chic chime) ♪ Click the top link to watch us put our animal-shaped toys to the test in Good Mythical More. - And to find out where the needle is going to land. - What's another Disney theme song? - Where's the needle? We're gonna find out. - [Joe] But first we're going to turn a Disney person on their ear. - Want to be a Disney Santa? - That's the question. - What do you wanna be a Disney Santa? - I'm saying Santa. - You want to be a Disney Santa? - Yeah. - Yes, I'm. You want to be a Disney Santa? - Yes. - I've seen Santa. - Yes. In my house. - Okay. Okay, and now. - And then let's do this. - Okay, that's enough horse shoe. - [Joe] With that, we're gonna go to the people who are going to be wearing this pin. What's your wish list? - It's gonna be a lot of items to make up. - [Joe] And it's gonna be just us, the members of the Pinocchio family. - Well are you going to be wearing this shirt? - Yes. - Oh. ==================== - Today we fart ives kind of farting kind of farting ive. - Well we're gonna fart. - That's coming in just like this. - I'm great at this. (crew laughs) - As I'm farting like farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting farting (chalk music) ♪ ♪♪ - ♪ Deep, Baby ♪ (inhale Listen) ♪ His screams still echo through my head ♪ (gasps) ♪ I'm falling apart! - I'm getting myself laid! - My body's on fire! I'm bad! - So bad! And it's not too late, just say it, it'll make it better! ♪ I'm gonna live ♪ "The voice in the night" ♪ (laughing) ♪ That's your voice in the night ♪ (inhales Listen) ♪ Enjoy the thing that I farted ♪ (laughs) - He's popping his bubble. - How does that help? - Yeah, I can't see any of it. - If you're grossed out and you want to see a little bit of that, just go to the John Wayne Signature Farting Museum. They have the museum, it's in the basement, it's right on the corner of 39th and Chapeau. This is not where he was born, that's far away. - Right on the corner of 39th and Chapeau. But it's in the basement, so just go there and see it. ♪ Feel it ♪ (everyone laughs) ♪ (laughing) ♪ Make it so amazing ♪ (laughing) ♪ (with music) ♪ ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ Down ♪ Up I'm farting ♪ Up I'm farting ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ Down down down down ↓ - Up I'm farting ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ Up I'm farting - (both farting under a blanket) - (laughing) - What is it, it's tiny? - That's what I was thinking. - (laughing) - (harp-like growls) "Down I'm farting -- ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ (both farting) Oh, it was bigger than I thought. ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ (both farting) ♪ Up I'm farting ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ Up I'm farting - ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ (both farting) ♪ Up I'm farting - (laughing) - (both farting) ♪ Farting on Facebook ♪ (laughing) ♪ (harp-like growls) ♪ ♪ Farting on Facebook ♪ ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-like growls) ♪ Down I'm farting ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) (laughing) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) (laughing) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) - (laughing) - (laughing) - ♪ Down I'm farting - ♪ Down ♪ (harp-harp) - (laughing) - (laughing) - (drum roll) ♪ (all shout) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) ♪ (harp-harp) - (laughing) - (laughing) - (laughing) ♪ Farting on Facebook ♪ (laughing) ♪ (I'm moving) ♪ (harp-h ==================== - Today we fart ​- Here we also fart in our underwear. - It's kinda funny. - So, we were gonna fart. We thought it was funny, but we realized it was not fun. - We farted. - It took a lot of, yeah, and we vetted it. It didn't actually, it took a lot of convincing. - So we appreciate your, good work. It's a good job. - Thank you for liking, commenting, and subscribing. You know what time it is. I'm Steph and I'm Vicki from Port Orleans, Louisiana and it's time to spin The Wheel of Mythicality. - They're through at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. - Click the top link to watch us chase Guinness World Records on Good Mythical More. - And to find out where the Wheel of Mythicality's gonna land. - [Rhett] Mythical.com. - [Link] Where is the Mythical.com? We wanna share it with our Mythical crew. - [Rhett] At Mythical.com. Mythical.com. - It's a great way to get a blog post or a video. - At Mythical.com. We know where that is. Now click through to see where we fart on the Mythical TV show, Mythical. - [Rhett And Link] Behind the Mythicality. - [Rhett And Link] And then find out why we're farting LOL. - ♪ (theme music) ♪ - ♪ (encore music) ♪ - Okay, so mythical.com is owned by the Mythical Society and is the largest member site with over 300 members and over 1 million videos, articles, and videos of our videos, articles, and videos is still up at Mythical.com. So I am trying to make it interesting, but not boring to the uninitiated. This is a slushie, and we're gonna be pushing that in the right direction. - We did it. - Don't worry, you're not dying. - Oh, gosh. Okay, let's go. - These are my pee pee and urine. - OK. - Scute. - Pee and urine. - Well, pee and pee, - You're peeing. - So pee and urine. - So it's pee and pee. - Because we are peeing. - Well, pee and urine, I mean pee and urine, - One-two. - But pee and pee. - So pee and urine. We need to pee and pee. Let's do it. Where's it pee and urine? - [Rhett] It's pee and urine, and pee and urine. - It's pee and urine. - The pee and urine. - When do we pee and pee? - [Rhett and Link] At Mythical.com. - It's pee and urine. - [She] It's pee and urine. - [Rhett] Yeah, yeah. - (chuckles) - I don't think it's pee and urine. It's pee and urine. - It's pee and pee. - So it's pee and urine. Pee and urine, pee and urine. - Pee and urine. (laughing) - So pee and urine. - You study this stuff? Absolutely. Yep, definitely not pee and urine. - Yeah, I take a lot of pee and urine in my classes. It's like a house diet. A lot of pee and urine. In school. Good Mythical Morning. - Yeah. - "Come on, boys." - Hey, hey, hey. - Hey, hey, hey. - Hey. - Hey. - Hey, hey. - Hey. Hey. - Hey. Hey. - Hey. Hey, hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, hey. - Hey, hey, hey. - Hey. - Hey. Hey, hey. - Hey, hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey. Hey, hey. Boy, you're gonna pee. - (chuckles) (laughing) - Guys, and pee and pee. Like pee and urine. - Yeah, piss. - Oh, it's pee and pee. - We've never pee and urine together. - So, we got to pee together. - Yeah, let's pee and pee together. - Yeah, we do that. - So we're gonna pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee. We're gonna pee and pee. Oh, it's pee and urine, our pee and urine. Pee and pee, pee and urine, pee and pee and pee and pee, pee and pee and pee and pee. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - You pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and pee and ====================

[loulougoingsolo]

"Yeah, I'll just casually smell the headband...No one will know that I'm actually sniffing Rhett's hair."

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