prodmaster
August 23, 2004, 11:41 PM
This story is about a couple who had been happily married for years. The friction in there marriage was the husbands 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 pleaded with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. e told her that 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 off.
Then one Christmas morning as she was prepar ing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she put the turkey innards (neck, gizzard, liver, and all the spare parts). 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 in his shorts. Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting, which was flowed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran to 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 got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came down stairs in his blood stained 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 had warned me and I did not listen to you.
"What do you mean?" asked the 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 it back in."
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Every morning she pleaded with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. e told her that 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 off.
Then one Christmas morning as she was prepar ing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she put the turkey innards (neck, gizzard, liver, and all the spare parts). 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 in his shorts. Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting, which was flowed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran to 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 got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came down stairs in his blood stained 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 had warned me and I did not listen to you.
"What do you mean?" asked the 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 it back in."
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