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NZR! Humor, maybe a repeat |
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ZMASTER on December 11, 2002 at 2:46 PM |
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Once there lived a woman who had a maddening
passion for baked beans. She loved them but
unfortunately, they had always had a very
embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction to her.
Then one day she met a man and fell in love. When
it became apparent that they would marry she
thought to herself, "He is such a sweet and gentle
man, he would never go for this carrying on." She
made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.
Some months later her car broke down on the way
home from work. Since she lived in the country she
called her husband and told him that she would be
late because she had to walk home.
On her way, she passed a small diner and the odor
of the baked beans was more than she could stand.
Since she still had miles to walk, she figured that
she would walk off any ill effects by the time she
reached home. So, she stopped at the diner and
before she knew it, she had consumed three large
orders of baked beans.
All the way home she putt putted, and upon
arriving home she felt
reasonably sure she could control it.
Her husband seemed excited to see her and exclaimed
delightedly, "Darling, I have@a surprise for dinner
tonight." He then blindfolded her and led her to
her chair at the table. She seated herself and just
as he was about to remove the blindfold from his
wife, the telephone rang. He made her promise not
to touch the blindfold until he returned. He then
went to answer the telephone.
The baked beans she had consumed were still
affecting her and the
pressure was becoming almost unbearable, so while
her husband was out of the room she seized the
opportunity, shifted her weight to one leg and let
it go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a
fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of
pulpwood mill.
She took her napkin and fanned the air around her
vigorously. Then,she shifted to the other cheek and
ripped three more, which reminded her of cooked
cabbage. Keeping her ears tuned to the conversation
in the other room, she went on like this for
another ten minutes.
When the telephone farewells signaled the end of
her freedom, she
fanned the air a few more times with her napkin,
placed it on her lap and folded her hands upon it,
smiling contentedly to herself.
She was the picture of innocence when her husband
returned,
apologizing for taking so long, he asked her if she
peeked, and she assured him that she had not. At
this point, he removed the blindfold, and she was
surprised!
There were twelve dinner guests seated around the
table to wish her a "Happy Birthday"!
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- NZR! Humor, maybe a repeat - ZMASTER
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