Post by yellowvtwin on Nov 8, 2004 11:01:21 GMT 10
This is the story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting very loudly every morning when he woke. 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 off because it was making her sick. He told her that he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to go and see a doctor; she was concerned one day that he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to let 'em rip in the mornings.
One Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner, and he was upstairs 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 pullig back the bed covers, she pulled the elastic waistband back on his underwear and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his pants.
Sometime later she heard her huband wake with the 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 that she had gotten 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 and asked him what the matter was. 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 these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
One Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner, and he was upstairs 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 pullig back the bed covers, she pulled the elastic waistband back on his underwear and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his pants.
Sometime later she heard her huband wake with the 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 that she had gotten 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 and asked him what the matter was. 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 these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
