08 February 2008, 18:57
Mary Hilliard-KruegerI LOVE BAKED BEANS
If you don’t laugh....something is wrong!!!
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 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 odor 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 diner 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 cooked
cabbage!!!
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
signaled 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 guest seated around the table
chorused: 'Happy Birthday!'
I fainted !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Nothing like a little bathroom humor to bring out our inner child!)