Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for November 02, 2024

And Jackie Gleason could propel Audrey Meadows to the moon

Sounds like the big “Boom Boom” theory

Some estimates say that the stars out number the grains of sand by about 10 to 1

I agree it’s theoretically possible to propel yourself with a fart but not if you’re wearing a space suit.

A fart in a spacesuit would be most unwelcome.

The fart rebuttal

A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping cabin on a trans-continental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a cabin, they went to bed, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, they were both still wide awake and they both knew it.

He said: “I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet under your bed to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.”

“I have a better idea,” she replied “Just for tonight,…… let’s pretend that we’re married.”

“That’s a great idea!,” he said, now totally aroused.

“Good,” she replied. “Get your own friggin blanket.”

After a moment of silence, he farted and did not care!

There are more trees on Earth than there are stars in the Milky Way galaxy. Believe it or not.

TMI

America’s Mayor

On this day in history Nov. 2, 1993

Rudy Giuliani wins the New York mayoral election, becomes 1st Republican mayor since 1965.

And there are more trees on Earth than there are stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. Darned deforestation…

That “Mini Moon” appellation was probably inspired by some Dr. Evil fans at NASA.

Hammie “toots” could propel a squirrel! (OTH)

More stars than grains of sand, eh? Did they count them?

I’d spin. Talent baby.

Triple threat belch, sneexe and fart st the sme time.

And that is only within our Big Bang universe from 14.5 billion years ago.

Who’s counting?

You are safe so long as your fart remains in your spacesuit. You will suffer if your fart exits your spacesuit.

I suspect astronauts have propelled themselves around the space stations using natural gas. It would just go unreported.

So up in space, I’d be like Superman?

Given an infinity of universe containing an infinity of celestial objects, can we say that a bullet with infinate range, fired into a random of sky, would eventually hit another object?

Brain teaser in high school involved selecting which limited number of objects would be most useful on the Moon from a larger pool that included a revolver and a rubber raft. Both of those made the cut in the actual answer for the sake of propulsion (mainly the compressed air inflater from the raft).

That must have been one giant dirt clod before The Big Bang created all this.

So, how long would it take you to fart your way to, say, Alpha Centauri?

Actually, unless the space suit were venting it, farting in space would do absolutely nothing. So: Alpha Centauri = infinity.

Don’t believe everything that Carl Sagan never said!

There are more people that already heard about the mini-moon than there are grains of sand.

There may be more stars than grains of sands on earth, but a good fart joke will take you further.

I remember a trivia line about the sand thing. It said that the number of distinct stars you can see with the naked eye (a few thousand at best) would fill a thimble (though I think a shot glass is more appropriate, but this WAS a kid’s book) the number of actual stars in our galaxy would fill a good sized wheelbarrow (roughly 1-400 billion) but for all the galaxies in the observable universe, every dry grain of sand on every beach and desert wouldn’t be enough (they SPECIFICALLY said dry sand, so I’m assuming if you scooped all of the sand from the bottom of the ocean that would be enough)

“I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore.” Gen. 22:17

Ω has been calculated to 40,000 figures. That to me is a more impressive calculation than the scientific guess about grains of sand. Any one can say something like that and there is no one who can say, " I re-counted them and that number is not true"

With or without beans?

If you aren’t wearing a space suit.

In which case, flatulence is the least of your problems.