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| Sep 21, 2007 6:59 am |
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A joke |
| V...
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A story of a gal....
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love.When it became apparent
that we would marry,I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating beans.
Some months later,on my birthday,my car broke down on the way home from
work.Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him
that I would be late because I had to walk home.On my way,I passed by a
small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand.
With miles to walk,I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the
timeI reached home,so I stopped at the dinner and before I knew it, I had
consumed three large orders of baked beans.All the way home,I made sure
that I released all the gas.Upon my arrival,my husband seemed excited to
see me and exclaimed delightedly:
"Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and
led me to my chair at the dinner table.I took a seat and just as he was
about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.He made me promise not to
touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The
baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was
becoming most unbearable,so while my husband was out of the room I seized
the opportunity,shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.It was not
only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in
front of a pulpwood mill.
I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.Then,
shifting to the other cheek,I ripped off three more.The stink was worse
than oked=20cabbage.Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in
the other room,I went on like this for another few
minutes.The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone
farewells
signalled the end of my freedom,I quickly fanned the air a few more times
with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling
very relieved and pleased with myself.
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My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband
returned,apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had
not.At this point,he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests
seated around the table chorused:
"Happy Birthday!"
I nearly died!
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