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 of farting loudly every morning when he awoke.
The noise would wake his wife and the smell
would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning she would plead with him to
stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told
her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to
see a doctor; she was concerned
that one day he would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to
blast them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was
preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound
asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and
neck, gizzard, liver and all the
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
waken with 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 his bloodstained underpants with a look of
horror on his face.. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the
matter.
He said, 'Honey, you were 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 me that one day I
would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
But, by the grace of God, some Vaseline
and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.'
been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage
was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke.
The noise would wake his wife and the smell
would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning she would plead with him to
stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told
her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to
see a doctor; she was concerned
that one day he would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to
blast them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was
preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound
asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and
neck, gizzard, liver and all the
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
waken with 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 his bloodstained underpants with a look of
horror on his face.. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the
matter.
He said, 'Honey, you were 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 me that one day I
would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
But, by the grace of God, some Vaseline
and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.'
