farting

[fatherted]

A couple had been happily married for years, the only friction in their otherwise idyllic marriage was the husbands habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would disturb his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and gasp for air. He told her he couldn't stop it after all it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a Dr as she was afraid one day, he might blow his guts out. The years went by with no improvement. One Xmas morning she had had enough and as she was preparing the turkey for dinner with her husband upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards, the neck, gizzard, liver and all the other blood dripping bits, an idea came to her. She took the bowl and crept upstairs, gently pulled back the bed sheets and the back of his shreddies, taking great care not to wake him, she poured the contents of the bowl into his underpants. A while later she heard the customary volley of thunder followed by a blood curdling scream. The wife fell on the floor with tears of laughter. At last she thought this might be the lesson he needs.
Half an hour later, the husband came downstairs in the blood stained underpants and she forced a look of horror on her face asking him the matter. You were right dear, he said, all these years you warned me and I didn't listen, that was the one fart too many, and my guts finally came out. Fortunately by the grace of God, these two fingers and some KY jelly, I managed to get them all back in.

[Can the Man]

brilliant !!!