Years Of Bad Gas
There was
this old married couple who had been happily married for 40 years. The only friction in
their marriage was the husband's habit of loudly passing wind every morning as 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 as 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 was going to blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to rip them out. Then on Christmas morning as she was
downstairs preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at
the bowl where she had just put the turkey innards and neck, gizzards, liver and all the
spare parts and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where
her hubby was sound asleep and gently pulling back the bed covers she slid down his
underpants at the back and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into them.
Several hours later she heard her husband waken with his usual arise ripping Trumpeting
and this was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he
ran to the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor
laughing with tears in her eyes. After years of torture she reckoned she had got her own
back.
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 those years you 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."