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The only* friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting
loudly every morning when he woke. 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 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
bedcovers. She then pulled back the elastic waistband of his shorts 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 raced to the bathroom. The wife could
hardly* control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in* her
eyes. After all the years of torture she
reckoned she had* got her own back. About twenty minutes later, her husband*
came downstairs in his blood stained shorts with a look of* horror on his
face. She bit her lip as she asked 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 !

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