Remote Controlled Fart Machine #2 with Boom Box Technology - 15 Realistic Sounds - Wireless with 100 ft Range

The only thing I didn't like about it it wasn't as loud as it needed to be

I got this for my dad for Fathers Day-he still uses it constantly and pranks people. Such a funny silly gift for Father’s Day :)

So worth the moneyPsa must be immature to enjoy😂

Overall this is a pretty great product. However I removed one star because the button on the remote has a pretty noticeable click sound, both when you press it, and when you release it. So if it's quiet in the room, and you've got the fart machine under you or behind a pillow, and you press the button yourself, then everyone in the room will hear "CLICK" - "FART" - "CLICK" and it's pretty obvious that there was a mechanical noise both right before and right after the fart. So you're not fooling anyone, especially if you do it more than once. However if you do it while the TV is on, or there's some other ambient noise in the room, then the click is not as noticeable. Still a great product and I would purchase again. I'm hoping the manufacturer will see this and re-design the remote button to be quieter.

Love it and I really love how when the batteries get low after being left on it makes random fart sounds in the middle of the night that scare the living crap out of me

It's a machine that farts on command. What else is there to say.

The media could not be loaded. I was disappointed, because you can’t choose which fart you want. You also can’t control volume. I think it’s rather loud. I don’t understand what the purpose of the twist out is for. I could see no difference in or out. I have a friend that has one that you control which fart with the remote. Much cooler.

As anyone close to me will tell you, I am a 7 year old boy who is cleverly disguised as a 65 year old responsible adult. That being said, I purchased an ‘electronic fart machine with wireless remote control’ from Amazon. It has a built in amplifier and makes a vast variety of sounds associated with bodily emissions. I really, really need a keeper.My son, Jay, came to visit his crippled-up father for the day. Betsy and her sister, Carol, took advantage of the visit to go off to the grocery store. Thus, an idea was born because he is his father’s evil son. We tucked the Fart Machine under the pillow supporting my leg and waited.Upon returning home, Betsy came into the bedroom to find me rubbing my stomach, moaning in mild distress, and having a loud fart about every 20 seconds. I explained that I eaten some leftover Sweet and Sour chicken from last night that was tearing my stomach up. Betsy added her own erroneous conclusion by discussing constipation from the ‘pain pills’. Who am I to correct her?She and her sister are unloading groceries in the kitchen to a symphony of flatulence resounding from the bedroom. Meanwhile, Jay and I are trying to not laugh out loud at the comments coming from the two nurses in the kitchen. Jay came racing out of the bedroom just as I kept pressing the remote as I started saying, “Honey, UMMM… Ummm…. I really need a washcloth! NOW!” (I did happen to spill some coffee on the bedsheets while giggling.)I heard, “OH MY GOD! HE”S GOT DIARRHEA!” from the kitchen. The door opened and Betsy raced into the room carrying towels, washcloths, and gloves. She handed me a washcloth and was shocked when I started cleaning up the coffee stain. I looked at her innocently, showed her the remote control, and keyed it off once more.I have to report that I had no previous knowledge that my bride had a vocabulary containing that many creative profanities nor did I know that she could throw a washcloth with deadly accuracy. I do now.