Maybe There is Farting in Golf

Recently, I posted a blog saying there was no farting in golf and it was a bit of a joke. It was very funny, I thought. What's better than farts? Nothing! We're all children here and we laugh at childish things. That does not, and will never, exclude farting. Combine farts with the excuse trains that come with playing any sort of golf, you have a fantastic time.

First up, this man made no attempt to hide his fart. He just let it rip and possibly hoped it wouldn't be too much of a distraction, but even then I'm not that convinced. This man wants to see the world burn and golfers to get bogeys at best.

This second one though genuinely sounds awful. It sounded like this guy was stressed about his swing and let it slip because he had no other option. It sounds like a mix between a poorly played trumpet and a whoopie cushion. It's fantastic.

That's all the golf farting I have for now. I doubt there will be a part three. This has already made me question what Yammer House content is becoming, but oh well... You get what you paid for around here and you paid absolutely nothing.

Happy Waitangi Weekend!