Eeeeewwww!!
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 5:43 am
Do you 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 for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep,
she looked at the 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 the bed covers back, she pulled back the elastic waistband
of his underpan ts and emptied the bowl of 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 rip them out. Then one thanksgiving
morning as she was preparing the for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep,
she looked at the 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 the bed covers back, she pulled back the elastic waistband
of his underpan ts and emptied the bowl of 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.'
