Women know best... er

jezza

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 Xmas 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, "Darling, 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,Vaseline
and these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."

mjbo

OUCH........:eek:

challengemaster

bwaahahahaahhahahahahaahhaa

TerrorFirmer

Sick.

Kojak

Ha.