#265) Wind Where?

There’s an Irish proverb about “the wind always being at your back.” I think it’s so that the wind can help you, push you along on your way. I ought to write a proverb about the wind always blowing up your skirt, exposing your undies, tickling your sweet spots, giving you the giggles.
But then I thought about an ode to wind blowing out. I’m a farter. I find farts funny! Mine don’t stink. They do tickle my rosebud. I used to be able to sneak them out, but now that I’m in my thirties, it’s like I have a duck call wedged up my butt. Every fart, large or small, makes an unmistakable raspberry sound. Don’t buglers blow their horns, play a tune without benefit of the valves (like on a trumpet)? Well, this strumpet can make a bugle blast with only one little valve…! I think there was a pop song in the 50’s or 60’s (by the Association?) named, “Everyone Called Her Windy.” I’d HATE to be given that nickname! But I confess that it’d be apt.
My point, and I DO have one, is that you can’t go through life successfully as a tight ass! Loosen up! Let the wind blow your skirt up and then pass some gas for reciprocation. Robert Frost said that “one could do worse than be a swinger of birches.” I say that you can have a lot of fun being a wind exchanger.

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