Back in my younger days,Glenn, a buddy and co-worker of mine usually had a ready supply of pot onhand, and many nights he insisted that I come over and smoke some with him,and not wanting to appear unsociable, I would always oblige.

The night usually went something like this:

Crack open a case of beer ....
 smoke some ... play a few rounds of Yahtzee ... smoke some more ... his wife would bake some brownies ... we'd smoke some more while waiting for the brownies to finish baking ....we'd pig out on the brownies ... smoke some more ... grab the guitars and play a few tunes ... smoke some more ... finish the last of the beer ......then he and I would have ourselves a farting contest.

I never won.

Glenn could fart more times in an hour without shitting himself than anybody I'd ever known at that time..... with the exception of my Grandpa God rest his soul.

As a child, I remember that my Grandparents had no indoor plumbing, and they had a barn approximately 50 or 60 yards from their back door ... and many times I remember my Grandfather grabbing a couple of corn cobs and a few pages from the Sears and Robuck catalog, then heading out the back door toward the barn to take care of some business....And he would usually start farting as he headed out the back door and fart with every step on the way to that barn.

In my mind, he was and still is "The King of Farts"

Ahh ... Those were the days.


Edited 2 times by 1LewdDude Oct 31 13 9:55 AM.