If this story doesn't make you cry for laughing so

hard, let me know and I'll pray for you.

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 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 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 blast 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 these 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!

If this story doesn't make you cry for laughing so

    hard, let me know and I'll pray for you.

    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 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 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 blast 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 these 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!

rotflmao

    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 and the smell would make

    her eyes water and make her gasp for air.

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yeah - cool story, somewhat familiar !

actually many wives love to fart too ! and as I know - Thai ladies are not exception !

Oh! lets see farting is not a natural bodily function?

self explanatory....

redrus