All of us realize someone that likes to play realistic jokes. possibly it's far ‘that guy’ that we paintings with or perhaps, it's miles an vintage pal that we had in faculty. each occasionally, but, you run into anyone that may be a sensible joker and that they share a completely near role in existence. For the man in this comic story, it changed into his wife. It’s not necessarily that she enjoyed playing realistic jokes often, it’s just that she had some thing in her thoughts because her husband became such an worrying man or woman at one precise time of the day. examine how she were given her revenge and by the point the comic story is over, you are assured to be laughing:
This is a story about a husband and wife who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband’s habit of farting very loudly every morning when he woke up.
The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air. Every single morning she would plead with her husband 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 worried that one day he would blow his guts out.As the years went by and he continued to let them rip them! Then one 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 horrifying 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, he 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 these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.”
