[freakypeople101]

This story is 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.

Sometime 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 gotten 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 the matter was. 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.