One of my friends is a liar....jk, kinda!

Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away. Well I was just 17, you know what I mean. I was a freshman at Northwest Missouri State University, Maryville, MO.  Long hair, a flat belly, oh how I miss that flatbelly. I was, with a less lick of sense - but probably not too much less than now.)  Where was I?

Oh yeah, yesterday. Yesterday, I we, me, two buddies, were driving the oh, one and a half or so hours 'back to 1971' or so, Maryville, Missouri,  to play one of THE coolest public golf courses ever, Mozinga. I highly recommend it. Victor, of the three of us that read your blog, none of us play golf. On with it. Who's a liar?

Good question Mr. Patience,  and I wish I knew.

En route, someone farted.  Silently.  

I always 'stand up', admit mine.  Farts are a necessity,  I gas, er guess, in life. Little kids giggle, especially if the culprit is their third great teacher. Seen it, we'll, actually heard it one time on a Facebook post, during the pandemic, during a virtual class of third graders. Sentence too long, start another.

There was silence right away... then a couple giggles... then some little Johnny said "Did she just fart?" then, out and out laughter, even from the teacher.

I don't hide mine.  Sometimes when I tee off (sorry Mr. Patience,  but only a quick golf story), when I tee off, whoever the genius scientist that wrote "for every action there is an equal an opposite reaction."  Ie, I fart.

Tom, my golf buddy, golf partner, always tees off right after me.  I kinda proudly will boast a s*it eaten grin and announce "Tom, ya might wanna wait a sec." Predicted, expected conniption fit, loudly dogging me to make sure the other two in the group hear. Then, he tees off, yanks one in the woods. 

Kidding. He never yanks one in the woods. He's good. Real good,  but he'll help me look for mine when I do, even post fart.  Where was i?

Driving to Maryville Victor. Oh yeah, thanks.  And, that someone had farted.  Dare I say anything, KNOWING dog gone well it wasn't me?  Ya damn right I do.

"Who farted guys?"

A combination oh "he who smelt it dealt it" and "you ALWAYS fart Victor" followed, and, I do, but (or butt) like, they are fart virgins?  Be. For. Real.

Tom, the conniption fit thrower, tried turning the tables like you see in these damn political postings.  Gary, quietly sitting in the backseat, became unquiet, "twerent me."

Seven or eight miles of driving, interrogation yielded no confession.

One of my buddies is a liar.

I highly recommend Mozinga Golf Course in Maryville,  one of the best public courses in Missouri.  

I highly recommend NWMSU (unless you're a longhaired, not a licka sense kid, who ends up with a 1.6 GPA semester 1)

One of my buddies is a liar. Ain't sure which, so, reckon I'll keep em as buddies.

Life's a gas, classically,  right Mason?

Love, Victurd, not Vicfart, Victurd.