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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 to her stomach. He told her he
> couldn't stop it and that
> it was a perfectly natural body function. 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 on
> 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 the neck, gizzards, the 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. She gently
> pulled back the bed
> covers then 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 waking 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 contain
> herself as she rolled all over the floor laughing
> with tears in eyes and
> rolling down her cheeks. After years of torture she
> reckoned she had
> gotten him back pretty damn good.
>
> >
>
> > After about twenty minutes had passed, her husband
> comes downstairs in
> his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on
> his face. She bites
> her lip as she asks him, 'what's the matter dear?'
> He says, "Honey, you
> were right! All these years you have warned me and I
> didn't listen to
> you." "What do you mean sweetheart?" 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 them back in."