Becker & Mayer commissioned these illustrations for their humour book "OLD FARTS: a spotter's guide". A catalogue of the strange and wonderful world of octogenarian flatulence. Enjoy!
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The Crank: He's the mean old man of the neighbourhood, the crackpot, the fist shaker. Trick-or-treaters hate him, the neighbourhood dogs growl at the first whiff of him, and the letter carriers approach the gate behind gas masks...
The Putter: His drives and his rough game are top notch, but it's when he makes it to the green that he really blows them away....
The Bingo Pro: The bingo parlour is her temple, and she's as focused as a monk in prayer. If only the smell was just incense...
The Boomer: He might not be with-it anymore (or even remember what it used to be), but his prodigious room rattling farts stoked with wheat grass and quinoa are forceful enough to blast his granola right out of the bowl...
The Cruiser: Now that he's in his golden years, he spends his time on the high seas, sailing from one port of call to the next in the whiffy lap of luxury. Although his stateroom is extravagantly appointed, he prefers to be out on deck, giving the ship's foghorn a run for its money...
The Gardener: No matter the weather, she's a fixture in her garden: planting petunias, whishpering to the tulips, pruning the hydrangea - and covering their lovely scents with an aroma of her own...
THE MALL WALKER: You'll find her at the local galleria every monday, wednesday and friday, sticking to her escercise regimen and leaving her signature scent trailing through every store, stairway and seating area. Not evevn the department store's sneak attack perfume counter spritzers can cover her tracks...
The Reanimator: It looks like Great Aunt Gladys is down for the afternoon (or-ulp!-for good), but she's got a trick up her...well, let's say up her sleeve. Just when you think it might be curtains for good, she cuts a big one and resumes her anecdote right where she left off...
The Vagabond: The lure of the open road, the call of adventure, the thrill of discovery. These are what drive the vagabond to pull up stakes, hit the highway, and load up on greasy, gassy diner food. Now that he's retired, he's always out there, somewhere, in his RV, seeing the sights and farting the farts...
The Water Aerobicizer: Her dedication (and cheap lunch at the community center snack bar), makes the pool a seething cauldron of activity. One and two and three and hold and...release...
