2 thoughts on “Ye Old Filthie’s Fart Tavern.

  1. The Tootin’ Moon

    One of the most long-winded ass-chewin’s I ever suffered through, while doing everything I could to keep from laughing was when my company got a brand new Lt. We were running p.t. in Gelnhausen, Germany. Our 1st Sgt. loved to run the mountains around the base and the new Lt. fell back … quite a bit. Our 1st Sgt. turned the formation around and went back to collect him. 1st Sgt doesn’t tolerate slackers. He was walking when we found him. He was seriously embarrassed and pissed. Anyway, going up the stairs after the run, my roommate farted and I yelled out, “Keep yelling sir, we’ll find you.” If I wasn’t one of the 1st Sgt’s favorites, I was his driver, he would have had me hung.

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