Post by Recruit on Nov 8, 2006 10:35:20 GMT -6
*******************Paris in PootLand*******************
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in Paris's marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke.
The noise would wake Paris and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning Paris would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. Hubby told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. Paris told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day Hubby would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as Paris was preparing the turkey for dinner and hubby was upstairs sound asleep, Paris 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. Paris took the bowl and went upstairs where her hubby was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, Paris pulled back the elastic waistband of hubby's underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later Paris heard her hubby waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as hubby ran into the bathroom.
The scream also woke little superman who was sleeping at a
friends's house next door.
Paris could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture Paris reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her hubby came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. Paris 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 Paris.
"Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened said hubby. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.
Now thats Sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in Paris's marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke.
The noise would wake Paris and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air.
Every morning Paris would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. Hubby told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. Paris told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day Hubby would blow his guts out.
The years went by and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Thanksgiving morning as Paris was preparing the turkey for dinner and hubby was upstairs sound asleep, Paris 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. Paris took the bowl and went upstairs where her hubby was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, Paris pulled back the elastic waistband of hubby's underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Some time later Paris heard her hubby waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as hubby ran into the bathroom.
The scream also woke little superman who was sleeping at a
friends's house next door.
Paris could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture Paris reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her hubby came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. Paris 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 Paris.
"Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened said hubby. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.
Now thats Sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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