During lunch at work last week, I ate 3 plates of beans (which I know I shouldn’t). When I got home, my girlfriend of 9 months seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: “babe, I have a surprise for dinner tonight.” She then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner 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 beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable, so while she 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.
As I kept listening for the phone conversation to end 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 girlfriend returned, apologizing for taking so long. She asked me if I had peaked through the blindfold, and I assured her I had not. At this point, she removed the blindfold, and her Mother, Father, and two older sisters who were seated around the table, with their hands to their noses, chorused: “Nice to meet you finally”