During lunch at work last week, I
ate 3 plates of beans (which I
know I shouldnt).
When
I got home, my husband seemed
excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: Darling I have a
surprise for dinner tonight. He
then
blindfolded me and led me to my
chair at the dinner table.
I took a seat and just 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 to answer the call.
The beans I had consumed
were still affecting me and the
pressure was becoming
unbearable, so
while my husband 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 smelled
like a fertilizer truck running over a
skunk in front of a garbage dump!
I
took my napkin from my lap and
fanned the air around me
vigorously. Then, shifting to the other leg, I
ripped off three more. The stink
was
worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to
the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic
bombs
like this for another few
minutes.The pleasure was
indescribable!
Eventually the telephone farewells signaled
the end of my freedom, so I quickly
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 with
myself.
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 the blindfold, and I
assured him I had not.
At
this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests
seated
around the table, with their hands
to their noses If you were the lady
what would you do after
seeing the guest?

I will do the Shoki Dance.
#stale.

"That was a surprise from me too"
Ayamlaykorn

Op, u ought 2 knw dat topics like dis are not meant 2 be in the literature section...