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George and Martha had been married over 50 years. He was the type who laughed maniacally when he passed gas. Funniest thing a human being could do in his opinion, always making Martha groan or roll her eyes. “One of these days you’ll fart your guts out” she’d always say. Making him laugh even harder.
One hot afternoon in the farmhouse, George was napping on the couch in a t-shirt and his boxers, Martha busy in the kitchen preparing a chicken for dinner. Seeing her chance for revenge, she quietly crept into the living room with the chicken innards and placed them at the edge of his boxers, scrambling back to the kitchen, stifling her laughter. Time passed, and she started to wonder what had happened to George, when he appeared at the door of the kitchen, white as a ghost. “Martha, it finally happened. I farted my guts out. … But by the grace of God and these two fingers, I got‘em all back in!”
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