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Welcome to SNN—the Silly News Network—where our motto is: "We report the news that others are too gassy to cover."

And today's top story: Scientists have finally answered the question nobody asked—how much are you farting, really?

That's right, researchers at the University of Maryland have invented smart underwear that tracks your flatulence. Because apparently, we've run out of things to put sensors in. We have smart watches, smart homes, smart refrigerators... and now smart underwear that will judge you for that third helping of chili.

Lead scientist Brantley Hall calls it a "continuous monitor for intestinal gas." I call it the fart-tracker. And honestly? It's the first step toward my dream of competitive farting as an Olympic sport. "And there goes USA with a perfect 10... on the Richter scale!"

The device snaps right into your regular underwear. Super user-friendly. Just snap, fart, and let science do the rest. It monitors hydrogen levels so accurately, it can probably tell if that last one was from the beans or the broccoli.

Now here's where it gets wild.

For years, doctors thought people farted about 14 times a day. But this fancy new underwear is revealing the shocking truth: we're actually farting 32 times a day.

Thirty-two. That's more than twice what they thought. Which means either scientists were really bad at guessing, or we've all become significantly gassier since the 90s. Maybe it's all the protein shakes. Maybe it's stress. Maybe it's just that we're finally being honest about how often we're cutting the cheese.

Some people are hitting 59 farts in a single day.

Fifty-nine. That's not a person anymore. That's a human hovercraft. That's a one-man Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade float. If you're farting 59 times a day, you don't need a car—just point yourself in a direction and let 'er rip.

But wait—there's more.

The university is building what they call a "human flatulence atlas." I love that. Like, somewhere in Maryland, there's a map with little clouds drawn all over it. "Here there be dragons... and also gas."

And they're looking for volunteers. Yes, you can get paid to fart for science. Finally, a career path for my uncle after Thanksgiving dinner.

They've even categorized people into three official farter types:

First: Zen Digesters. These are people who eat high-fiber diets but rarely pass gas. They're the ninjas of the fart world. Silent, but well... just silent. You never hear them coming. They could clear a room and you'd never know who did it.

Second: Normal People. The middle-of-the-road farters. Scientists call them "normal," which is hilarious because nobody who volunteers for a fart study is normal. You're signing up to have your gas monitored in smart underwear. Embrace the chaos.

Third: Hydrogen Hyper Producers. These are the overachievers. The people who fart more than average. The ones who, when they walk into an elevator, everyone else immediately walks out. To you Hyper Producers out there: don't be ashamed. You're not gassy—you're just full of gaspirations.

Now here's my question: Where do you even start with this research? Like, did Brantley Hall wake up one morning and think, "You know what the world needs? More data on farts."

Actually, you know what? I respect it. Some people cure diseases. Some people explore space. Brantley Hall is out there asking the hard questions like "How much methane are we really dealing with here?"

The bottom line: This research actually matters. Gut health is real. Microbes are important. And without a baseline, how would we know what's normal? How many farts is too many? When do you stop being a person and start being a hazard?

So thank you, University of Maryland, for taking one for the team. For putting sensors in your underwear so we don't have to wonder.

And if you want to volunteer—and let's be honest, who wouldn't?—they're accepting applications. Finally, a way to contribute to science without leaving your couch.

Just be careful. I heard the job kind of... stinks.

I'm your host, CoreniaBug. Stay windy, my friends. And remember: it's not a fart, it's an air quality report.

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