To be fair, ninety-nine percent of us have learned not to trust a fart the hard way. Or at least I did. Took me four tries -- DURING THE SAME DAY -- at my grandmother's house, when I was like 6-years-old to figure out maybe not all farts are built the same. Some are built from liquid shit. And liquid shit don't care how famous or cute you are. I mean, how was I supposed to know? I was only a kid for Christ's sake. Drank a quart, or so, of chocolate milk earlier that day and thought I just had a case of the farts. BOOM! Shit my pants for the very first time; chalked it up as an anomaly, put on some new underwear, and tried to get on with my day. Thirty-minutes later, I farted and shit my goddamn self again. After that, you'd think I'd learn my lesson, but instead I proceeded to ruin two more pairs of underwear the exact same way, because I was a dumb fuckin' kid apparently.
Anyway, Al Roker had a similar experience, but since he's part of the 1% he got to shit himself in the White House right before meeting the President. Braggart.