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. Subject: Fw: the joy of vaseline
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>The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting
>loudly every morning when he woke. 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 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 rip 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 bedcovers she
>pulled back the elastic waistband of his shorts 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 raced to the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she
>rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes. After all the years of
>torture she reckoned she had got her own back. About twenty minutes later,
>her husband came downstairs in his blood
stained
>shorts with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked 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 one day I would end up farting my guts out and
>today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline and these
>two fingers, I think I
got
>most of them back in. "
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. Subject: Fw: the joy of vaseline
>
>The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting
>loudly every morning when he woke. 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 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 rip 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 bedcovers she
>pulled back the elastic waistband of his shorts 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 raced to the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she
>rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes. After all the years of
>torture she reckoned she had got her own back. About twenty minutes later,
>her husband came downstairs in his blood
stained
>shorts with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked 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 one day I would end up farting my guts out and
>today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline and these
>two fingers, I think I
got
>most of them back in. "
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