What a blast!

Although every now and again Me takes a little poetic license with me tales of ribald adventures, everything here at Me No Blog be based on a true story. On occasion Me changes the time frame to protect the innocent involved.

About ten days ago during Me Obon vacation, Me had the chance to hang out with a couple of people who me didn't know all that well and some that Me didn't know at all. Two of the people me met were a deaf couple who let the Vixen and Me stay at their house for the night.
The wife were born deaf and she "talked" to us through her husband. The husband lost he hearing when he were a teen so he could talk in that off kilter, slightly unfocused way that people who can't hear speak. Me not tryin to be mean or insensitive. It just be the way they speak and me were surprised that Me could unnerstand almost everythang he be sayin to us.

During the evening Me had to cut a fart. Me were thinking that it were a beer blast and wouldn't contain any asafoetida so Me tried to let it slide out unobtrusively, but the darned thing got away from me and instead of a purr me released a squeal.
The vixen looked at me in shock and Me were about to apologise when it hit me me, No, not the smell, there weren't any. What Me realized that the couple we were stayin with couldn't hear what Me just did! Me were free! Free to blast and tootle without any social repercussions.

After another beer and some more conversation about the history of the area we were stayin in, Me started to feel the pressure build up again. You know the feeling. The slight tightening of the waistband and the reflexive anal clench that naturally occurs when intestinal pressure be developing. Me decided to hold onto this one until it reached escape velocity.
A few more gulps of beer and a handful of mixed nuts helped me to put off the oncoming onslaught of rectal effusion.

Me stood up as if me wanted to stretch me legs, raised me arms above me head and let forth one helluva butterblast. It were so incredibly difficult to keep the mien of nonchalance on me face as me let the hell hounds off their leash.
This move took the Vixen by surprise and she shot me a look of profound disappointment at me lack of respect for our hosts. Me must admit that me did feel a little guilty about me recent discovery, but that didn't prevent me from lettin loose every now and again with a blurb or a tweet.

Fer some reason Me can't quite unnerstand, the freedom to fart in mixed company produced copious amounts of free flowing flatulence. Me has never had so much fun tossing tuba tunes as me did that night and that's sayin a lot fer a guy.

Me no squeezing cheese.

Jurassic Fart