August 19, 200223 yr .......so here's something to cheer everyone up Don't Fart in Bed 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 rip 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 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 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 these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in." CheerZ, Andy
.......so here's something to cheer everyone up
Don't Fart in Bed
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
rip 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 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 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 these two fingers, I think I got
most
of them back in."
CheerZ,
Andy