[Galaxy Note II Accessories] barflybzzz:
I know that . . . and I don't even want the case . . . just trying to demonstrate what a good joke is about (no offense intended to you or winner). . .

and if you really like fart jokes . . .

A guy named Billy picks up his girlfriend and has to meet her parents for the first time. After walking up to the front door and ringing the bell, he feels in his stomach, and not in a good way, the three chili dogs with jalapenos relish he had for lunch.

Billy stifles the inevitable eruption as the door opens, as he is nervous to make a good impression upon his girlfriend's folks. The father, a large man in a cardigan sweater holding a pipe, ushers him in, and the attractive mother stands behind him. Billy sees his girlfriend, looking as hot as ever, smiling at him nervously. Despite his trepidation over the meeting, Billy can feel the buildup in his lower intestines.

He is directed to sit on the couch for the inevitable interrogation from the father. The family dog, an old Black Lab named Rufus, circles several times before plopping down on the young man's feet in a large ball. As Billy shifts in his seat trying to retain his concentration on the imposing father's questions, he loses control and releases a rather brief backdoor blast.

The father looks up and says, "Rufus!!"

"Oh my God," says Billy to himself, "I think he thinks it's the dog!"

Shortly thereafter he feels more pressure build up, he shifts in his seat and floats another, longer, air biscuit.

"RUFUS!!!!" The father retorts angrily, the volume of his voice rising.

At this point Billy feels confident in his ability to get away with his untoward gas, convinced the dad is blaming the dog for the flatulence. Seconds later, he feels a really powerful eruption building within and lets it fly for all it's worth.

"FOR CHRISSAKE, RUFUS" the dad says,"Get the hell out of there before he $HIT$ all over you!!"

or this one . . .

A doctor says to his patient, "What seems to be the problem?"

"Doc, I've got gas. I mean I fart all the time,"

The Doctor nods, "Hmm."

"The thing is, my farts don't stink and you can't hear them. It's just that I fart all the time. Look, we've been talking here for about 10 minutes and I've farted five times. You didn't hear them and you don't smell them, do you?"

"Hmm," says the Doctor, who picks up his pad and writes out a prescription.

The patient is thrilled. "Great doc. This prescription, will it really clear up my farts?"

"No," sighs the Doctor, "The prescription is to clear your sinuses. Next week I want you back here for a hearing test."

---------- Post added at 11:37 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:36 PM ----------

Those were my last ones . . . I'm done . . .btw . . . as I stated several times, no offense was meant to you or the poster who won your contest. I also stated that I had no interest in your case as I already own a UAG (which is why I didn't post any jokes until AFTER you selected a winner). I was however, following your contest with interest and amusement. Since you chose to "run" a contest on a public forum such as this, I feel entitled to post an opinion as to your selection. So please, relax and have an enjoyable and safe holiday weekend. Or continue to bah, humbug . . .whichever you prefer.