Sorry if this has gone up already
A couple had been happily married for years; the only friction in their relationship was that the husband farted a lot,
He would fart at night at wake both himself and his wife up, she would say to him, ''one day you will fart your guts out'', ''nah nah that’s impossible, go back to sleep''
This happens once or twice a week. One day the wife is up early to prepare the Christmas turkey, she's working hard plucking and gutting it ready for the celebration,
She looks at the bowl of guts on the table and has an idea,
She creeps up the stairs and into their bedroom and stands next to her sleeping husband,
She pulls back his waistband and slowly pours the contents of the bowl down into his pyjamas,
Struggling not to laugh she creeps back down the stairs and continues to prepare the turkey,
At 7:00 on the dot she hears her husband wake, followed by his usual trumpeting,
After 30secs she hears scampering feet as he rushes into the bathroom,
A couple of minutes pass until she hears feet coming down the stairs,
She sticks her head round the corner of the kitchen and asks if he feels ok, ''you look as white as a sheet'',
He looks at her, trembling, and eventually mumbles ''you were right, i actually farted my guts out'',
''but don’t worry, two fingers and a pot of vaseline and i got most of them back in again''