Do you fart in bed ?
This is a story about a couple happily married for years, with one sticking point: the husband’s habit of f@rting loudly every morning. The noise woke his wife, and the smell left her gasping for air. She pleaded with him to stop because it made her sick, but he insisted it was natural. She warned that one day he’d blow his guts out and begged him to see a doctor.
Years passed, and he kept ripping them out. One Christmas morning, while preparing the turkey, she got a wicked idea. Taking the bowl of turkey guts, she tiptoed upstairs, gently pulled back the covers, and poured the slimy contents into his underwear. Moments later, he awoke with his usual trumpet, followed by a blood-curdling scream and frantic footsteps to the bathroom.
The wife rolled on the floor laughing, tears streaming down her face. Twenty minutes later, he came downstairs, pale and horrified. “Honey, you were right,” he said. “I thought I farted my guts out, but by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I managed to push most of them back in.”
