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allyg

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Date: 21:34 02/11 2008

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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 pulp wood 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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