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 from work.
>
>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 small diner 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 the time 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 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 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 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 pulpwood
>mill.
>
>I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around
>me vigorously.
>
>Then, shifting to the other cheek, 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 like this for another few
>minutes.
>
>The pleasure was indescribable.
>When eventually the telephone farewells signaled 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 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 chorused: "Happy Birthday!"
>
>I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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