There was an old married couple that had happily lived together for
nearly forty years. The only friction in their marriage was caused by
the husband's habit of breaking wind nearly every morning as he awoke.
The noise would always wake up his wife and the smell would cause her
eyes to water as she would choke and gasp for air. Nearly every morning
she would plead with him to stop ripping one in the morning. He told
her that he couldn't help it. She begged him to see a doctor to see if
anything could be done but the husband wouldn't hear of it. He told her
that it was just a natural bodily function and then he would laugh in
her face as she tried to wave the fumes away with her hands. She told
him that there was nothing natural about it and if he didn't stop, he
was one day going to "fart his guts out"!
The years went by and the wife continued to suffer and the husband
continued to ignore her warnings about "farting his guts out" until one
Thanksgiving morning. Before dawn, the wife went downstairs to prepare
the family feast. She fixed pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, gravy, and of
course a turkey. While she was taking out the turkey's innards, a
thought occurred to the wife as to how she might solve her husband's
problem. With a devilish grin on her face, she placed the turkey guts
into a bowl and quietly walked upstairs hours before her flatulent
husband would awake. While he was still soundly asleep, she pulled back
the covers and then gently pulled back her husband's jockey shorts. She
then placed all of the turkey guts into her husband's underwear, pulled
them up, replaced the covers and tiptoed back downstairs to finish
preparing the family meal. Several hours later she heard her husband
awake with his normal loud ass-trumpeting. This was soon followed by a
blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as her husband
ran to the upstairs bathroom. The wife could not control herself and her
eyes began to tear up as she rolled on the floor laughing. After years
of putting up with him she had finally gotten even.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his
blood stained underpants with a look of horror in his eyes. She bit her
lip to keep from laughing and she asked him 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 I would end up farting my guts out one of these
days and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God and these
two fingers, I think I got 'em all back in!"