Buggers the algebra teacher from highway 59

I once knew a friend named Buggers and he tipped the scales in the board room of life.  I knew him well and he in turn challenged my in the mathematics department as I wanted to teach Calculus but his algebra was the shining career that really stood out for the ages.  Buggers tipped his hat to the ladies but he lifted his bow tie when a gaseous human being expelled sinister emissions in his presence. That was sort of silly but it wasn't that funny either.  No one wanted to pass gas in Buggers presence because people would laugh at the gas passer and not at what Buggers did.  This is because Buggers was predictable but the gas passer was a fleeting fart in the day.  Buggers I admire you candor. If you could throw the dice and they came up three dice showing sixes it might be in your best interests to throw them again because I think you might hit the three sixes three times in a row.  If anyone could do it, Buggers had it down.  So Buggers is a friend, but he is no saint.  They buried Buggers in a rose garden one day and he eternally could smell the flowers.  And Buggers funny bow tie trick was forgotten but never forgiven.  We still love him but don't blow it in the park at night because those roses are red and violets are blue, but Buggers is gone and so is the Algebra equation that you never even thought of this entire soliloquy!  Thanks!