submitted by Michel

Every morning of their married life, the wife had been woken by her husband passing loud, noxious gas. It was bad enough to run her out of the bedroom on occasion.

She told him over and over that one day he would blow his guts out by passing gas. After a particularly loud and smelly wake-up "call" on Thanksgiving morning, the wife decided to teach her husband a lesson.

As he slept, she went downstairs to prepare the turkey and trimmings for their dinner that day. After she got the turkey in the oven, she carried the neck, heart, liver and gizzard upstairs and very quietly sneaked them into her husband's shorts.

She tiptoed back downstairs to await results. As she peeled potatoes, she heard an earth-shaking scream and her husband's footsteps as he ran to the bathroom. She waited patiently for him to come downstairs.

Finally, about twenty minutes later, he walked gingerly down the stairs. Hiding her laughter, the wife turned and asked her husband "Are you alright, Hon?"

"I guess so, but I should have listened to you.

You told me that one day I would blow out my guts from passing gas and it finally happened. But with the help of a jar of Vaseline and these two hands, I got them all stuffed back in!"