One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love.
When it became
>apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme
sacrifice and gave up
>eating beans.
>
>
>
> Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke
down on the way home
>from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called
my husband and told
>him that I would be late because I had to walk home.
On my way, I passed by
>a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more
than I could stand.
>With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off
any ill effects by the
>time I reached home, so I stopped at the dinner and
before I knew
>
> it, I had consumed three large orders of baked
beans.
>
>
>
> All the way home, I made sure that I released
all the gas. Upon my
>arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and
exclaimed delightedly:
>"Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He
then blindfolded me and
>led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat
and just as he was
>about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He
made me promise not to
>touch the blindfold until he returned and went to
answer the call.
>
>
>
> The baked beans I had consumed were still
affecting me and the
>pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my
husband was out of the
>room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to
one leg and let one go.
>It was not only loud, but it smelled like a
fertilizer truck running over a
>skunk in front of a pulpwood mill.
>
>
>
> I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air
around me vigorously.
>Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three
more. The stink
>
> was worse than oked=20cabbage. Keeping my ears
carefully tuned to the
>conversation in the other room, I went on like this
for another few
>minutes.
>
>
>
> The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually
the telephone
>farewells signalled the end of my freedom, I quickly
fanned the air a few
>more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and
folded my hands back on
>it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My
face must have been
>the picture of innocence when my husband returned,
apologizing for taking
>so long.
>
>
>
> He asked me if I had peeked through the
blindfold, and I assured him I
>had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and
twelve dinner guests
>seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!" I
nearly died!
2006-12-05
03:14:47
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23 answers
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Jane
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