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This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit offarting loudly every morning when he awoke.
The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyeswater and make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead withhim to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it andthat it was perfectly natural.
She toldhim to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blowhis guts out. The years went by and he continued to blast them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey fordinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowlwhere she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and allthe spare parts and a malicious thought came to her.
She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later she heard her husband wakenwith his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes ! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in hisbloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, youwere right." "All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you."
"What do you mean?" asked his wife.
"Well, you always told methat one day I would end up farting my guts out,and today it finallyhappened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
Admit it, you're laughing, aren't you?[sm=rollaugh.gif][sm=rollaugh.gif][sm=rollaugh.gif]
The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyeswater and make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead withhim to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it andthat it was perfectly natural.
She toldhim to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blowhis guts out. The years went by and he continued to blast them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey fordinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowlwhere she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and allthe spare parts and a malicious thought came to her.
She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later she heard her husband wakenwith his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes ! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in hisbloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, youwere right." "All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you."
"What do you mean?" asked his wife.
"Well, you always told methat one day I would end up farting my guts out,and today it finallyhappened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
Admit it, you're laughing, aren't you?[sm=rollaugh.gif][sm=rollaugh.gif][sm=rollaugh.gif]