Hanta Yo
Well-known member
This came email today....
If this story doesn't make you cry for laughing so hard, let me know
and
I'll pray for you.
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.
The
only friction in there 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
two fingers, I think I got most of them back in!!!'
:lol2: :lol2:
If this story doesn't make you cry for laughing so hard, let me know
and
I'll pray for you.
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.
The
only friction in there 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
two fingers, I think I got most of them back in!!!'
:lol2: :lol2:
