> >>
> >> 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 up stairs 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...
> >> 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 up stairs 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...
