The Hasselhoff fart.

I was reading a very old edition of a Men’s Journal (November 2000 to be exact, what can I say it has Heidi Klum on the cover) and I came across this gem contained within an article about David Hasselhoff by Karl Taro Greenfeld.

[Hasselhoff] is talking about how one of the best things about being famous is that you can walk into any locker room of almost any sport, from Jacksonville to the Bronx, and all the athletes know you — “Hey, Knight Rider!”

Then he rips this incredibly loud fart. He doesn’t apologize or excuse himself. He just walks over and opens a cigar case and pulls out a couple of Cohibas as if nothing happened. The Hasselhoff fart is rich and coffee-scented, and it surrounds us. We just stand there for a moment breathing it in, and The Hasselhoff smiles, as if to say, Yes, this is my smell, this is part of my Hasslehoffness, and I am not shy about sharing it with you. It actually is an amazing act of aplomb — how many men or women can you think of who can fart around a virtual stranger and not feel any shame or humiliation or need to beat a hasty retreat or suggest a change of venue? No, The Hasselhoff is untroubled by such trivial expulsions, and that, too, is part of his greatness.

Freakin’ hilarious! I couldn’t find the full article online, but the whole thing is pretty good. If anyone locates this ode to the ‘Hoff please share it in the comments.