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Bean Cake Palaver
When I got married, 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 wife and told her I would be late since I would be walking home.
On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to work, I figured that I would walk off any ill effect by the time I reached home, so I stopped by 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 wife seem excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly ‘’Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.’’ She then blindfolded me and led me to the chair at the dining table. I took a seat and just as she was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. She made me promise not to touch the blindfold until she returned and went to answer the call.
The bean cake I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so why my wife 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 smelt 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 mevigorously. Then shifting to the other cheek, I ripped of 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 signalled 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 hand back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my wife returned, apologising for taking so long. She asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured her I had not.
At this point, she removed the blindfold and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: Happy Birthday!!!!!’’ I fainted!
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