Baked Beans

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This (true?) story dates from 1940:

Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love.

When it was apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this" so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Shortly after that they were married.

A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they lived in the country, he phoned his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him.

Since he still had several miles to walk he thought he would walk off any ill effects before he got home. So he went in and ordered three extra large helpings of beans. All the way home he farted. By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe.

His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a blindfold on him and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peek. At this point he was beginning to feel another fart coming on. Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the phone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned and went to answer the phone.

While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weigh to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him. He had just started to feel better when another urge came on.

He raised his leg and rriiipppp! It sounded like a diesel engine revving and smelled worse. To keep himself from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate. Things had just about returned to normal when he felt another urge coming. He shifted his weight to his other leg and let go. This was a real blue ribbon winner; the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a minute later the flowers on the table were dead. While keeping an ear tuned in on the conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he carried on like this for the next 10 minutes, farting and then fanning each time with his napkin.

When he heard the phone farewells (indicating the end of his loneliness and freedom) he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in. Apologising for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled "SURPRISE!"

To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table.


:BangHead: :BangHead: :BangHead: Red
 

Those guests must have been all deaf and would have to have a serious cold (sinus) to not savor the aroma? :icon_scratch:
 

old digger said:
Those guests must have been all deaf and would have to have a serious cold (sinus) to not savor the aroma? :icon_scratch:


Either that, or it was so bad he put them all into such a shock that they all reacted automatically! :laughing9: Red
 

OMG I'm still laughing :hello2: :thumbsup:
 

I had an agreement with Cristina to keep that story to ourselves...

You see, cultivating new friends is a slow process :laughing7:
 

Saw this story on the old TV series "Picket Fences". The aging sheriff was the poor gas passer. Still funny after all these years. :laughing7: There was a second part to the story, but I had too many deleted parts. Took away from the story. :nono:
 

I had posted this a couple of years ago, but it looks like it's time again. :icon_thumleft:.


THE FREEDOM FARTERS ASSOCIATION WANTS TO ASK YOU:

ARE YOU AWARE THAT YOUR FARTS ARE ENDANGERED,
AND, ARE BEING BLATANTLY DISCRIMINATED AGAINST?

NO MORE, Should farts be "eased" out in public places, for fear of being noticed.
NO MORE, Should farts be buried in the dense foam of friends and neighbours furniture.
NO MORE, should farts be retained until you leave the elevator.
NO MORE, Should farts be hidden under the odour of burning matches.
NO MORE, Should farts be left to linger in the aisle of supermarkets while you scurry off.
NO MORE, Should farts be only be released in the candle section of the craft store.
NO MORE, Should human farts be blamed on the dog. And, why the hell don't cats fart?
NO MORE, Should dog farts be blamed on the human. Or, the cat.
NO MORE, Should the SBD (silent but deadly) be clandestinely slipped into public
gatherings, but should be whooomed, so that all may know the origin, and congratulate the
emitter accordingly. But, if left as a SBD, the watering of all eyes in the gathering should be
taken as the ultimate compliment .
NO MORE, Should the words ""Pull My Finger"" be treated as a joke. But revered as the
'trigger' it was meant to be.
NO MORE, Should Great, Loud, Reverberating Farts be disdained, but treated as the endless
source of amusement most men believe them to be..

I'm Sure, I Have YOU ALL Standing behind me in this endeavour ...
 

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