LOL :-) Teehee!

This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The
 only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of far*ting 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 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 innards, neck, giz*zard,
 li*ver and all the spare parts and a mali*cious thought came to her.
   
 She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and
 gently pulling the bed covers back, 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 bl*ood 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 got
 him back pretty good.
 
 About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in
 his blo*odstained 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 far*ting my
 guts out, and today it finally happened.  But by the grace of God,
 some Vase*line and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
     
 
  

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