Born in mid-19th-century Marseilles, Pujol was essentially a real-life X-Man with the power of incredibly powerful anal sphincter muscles that allowed him to inhale massive amounts of air or water through his anus. Instead of shoving coal up his read end, doing a few Kegels, and scavenging for diamonds in his toilet, he found another way to utilize his talent. He moved to Paris and got a job as an entertainer at the famous Moulin Rouge. According to various accounts, his interview consisted of him first taking off his trousers and giving himself an enema, and you really have to admire the nightclub’s director for not calling security and instead saying, “I want to see where this is going,” but, then again, this was France. Once he was ready, Pujol showed off his ability to fart on command and got hired on the spot.
Joseph Pujol quickly became the highest-earning performer in all of France thanks to his trumpet skills (with an emphasis on rump). He was able to play “O Sole Mio” with an ocarina shoved between his cheeks, mimic animal sounds with his butt, and no-scope a candle from several feet away with his Kamehamefarts, etc. He retired during WWI when vapor-based comedy was no longer considered a gas because of the use of chemical warfare. But Le Pétomane’s legacy lives on in movies or the time Britain's Got Talent hosted a guy full of festering, putrid gas … which, to be fair, did make Piers Morgan the perfect person to judge a contestant who farted into a mic.