Golf outing at country club(men only thankfully, albeit strangers)- 1pm shotgun start- we start on fifth hole. while waiting for my turn to tee off, due to pregame warmups, it was necessary to empty my bladder.In doing so gas was passed and, to my surprise a tag-a-long shart. I was then called upon to tee off.I made no practice swings and took a nice easy swing trying to avoid having my thighs and butt-cheeks rub together and expand the decorated area. Luckily there was rest station at the end of the hole where I could remove the soiled underwear and clean and contain the toxic accident. That did require going commando for the next 17 holes which was known by only one other player in the foresome. No change in clothing left a breeze for the cocktail hour and sitdown dinner.- (did not win anything that day -or most other days either)
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