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rob

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, 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 the 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"

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