The odor of Baked Beans
January 29, 2009 7:03pm CST
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 m y 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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30 Jan 09
I've heard this one before, barehugs, but it is still incredibly funny. Even though I knew the ending, I still couldn't help myself, but to read on and drink in all the luscious details because they are so enthralling. It is just too priceless and so very hilariously funny. And I can see it happening in real life, too. But had she peeked, and realized that she was sitting at the table with dinner quests, can you imagine her horrible discomfort if she had tried to hold it in?! What I am curious about, is now 12 people managed to NOT giggle or made some form of AGHAST noises when the toots and stinks came out of her. I know I couldn't have kept quiet. Thanks for the laugh. I needed it.
31 Jan 09
Yes this one did sound familiar, but as you say "it's an oldie, but a goody!" My wife and I both had a great laugh when we read it. I would question the ability of 12 people to keep perfectly still around the table, while this was happening? its possible, but not very probable!
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31 Jan 09
Yes i read this, someone sent it to me on my e-mail, i thought it was so funny..Oh i can just imagine how embarrassing that would be if that actually would have happened...That would be time to get all new friends & forget the past & move on.....