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A funny Story...





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 fromwork. 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 smalldiner 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 thetime 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 exclaimeddelightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He thenblindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat andjust 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 toanswer 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 seizedthe 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 askunk 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 leg, I ripped offthree more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, Iwent on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, Iquickly 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 withmyself.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 theblindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused:"Happy Birthday!"I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Rachel Lim
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