DON'T FART IN BED
This is a great joke...
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 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."
