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 *lo** 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 downstairsin his *lo** stained 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."
Di_Gnius said
18:46 04/16 2008
lol
najah said
18:47 04/16 2008
lol..........wat a wife
Emperor said
19:33 04/16 2008
Lmao
Shottess said
19:35 04/16 2008
=O =O =O =O
***DK*** said
19:37 04/16 2008
bLaCkBeatZ said
21:14 04/16 2008
hehe
pluggy said
23:27 04/16 2008
mad!!!sick!!!
lyndo said
23:32 04/16 2008
longtime mi nuh laugh so hard to b****aaaattt
BADANG!!!
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 *lo** 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 downstairsin his *lo**
stained 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."