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  • 08-05-2002 1:54pm
    #1
    Registered Users Posts: 1,228 ✭✭✭


    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 hanksgiving
    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
    off 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 these two fingers, I think I got most of them back
    in."


Comments

  • Closed Accounts Posts: 9,230 ✭✭✭OLDYELLAR


    thats the funniest thing i heard in a long time haha


  • Registered Users Posts: 2,651 ✭✭✭Spunog UIE


    grace of god eh.

    ha ha. brillant. :D


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