[h=5]This is a story about a couple who had beenhappily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was thehusband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise wouldwake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp forair. Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because itwas making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectlynatural. She told him to see a doctor, she was concerned that one day he wouldblow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to rip them out. Then oneChristmas day morning, as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he wasupstairs sound asleep, she looked at the innards, neck, gizzard, liver and allthe spare parts, and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl andwent upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling the bedcovers back, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his under[/h][h=5]Pants and emptied the bowl of turkey gutsinto his shorts.. Some time later she heard her husband waken with his usualtrumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound offrantic foot steps as he ran into the bath room. The wife could hardly controlherself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years oftorture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minuteslater, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a lookof horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. Hesaid, 'honey you were right.' 'all these years you have warned me and i didn'tlisten to you'. 'What do you mean?' asked his wife. 'Well, you always told methat 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 ofthem back in!"[/h]
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