Carl and Suzanne

Carl and Suzanne had been married for almost 45 years. Lovely couple, but Carl had this bad habit that always disgusted Suzanne. Every morning before getting out of bed, Carl would let out a thunderous, paint peeling fart.

Poor Suzanne would just cringe. Over the years she complained at Carl, “You know one of these days you’re going to fart your guts out! What are you going to do then?”

Carl never took it serious, and just continued on with his morning release, so Suzanne just decided to begin getting out of bed before Carl woke up. Well Thanksgiving came along, and Suzanne was up early doing prep work for that evening’s dinner. As she was preparing the turkey, she came across the giblets and had a devious idea. She took the giblets, went upstairs and placed them in the back of Carl’s boxers. With this done, she returned to the kitchen and carried on with her preparations.

About a half hour later, she heard a blood curdling scream from upstairs. She chuckled to herself. After a few minutes, she thought she should go check on Carl. As she walked past the bathroom in the hallway, she saw Carl kneeling naked beside the toilet, pointing his index and middle fingers toward the wall in front of him.

“What’s wrong Carl?” she asked trying to hold back laughter.

He looked at her, tears running down his cheek, “You were right, you were right. I actually farted my guts out this morning. And by the grace of God, with these two fingers I got them all back in.”
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