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funny stuff.
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> Subject: Baked Beans
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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.
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> >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.
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> >Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see! me and exclaimed
> >delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."
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> >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.
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> >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.
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> >Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink
> >was worse than cooked cabbage.
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> >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.
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> >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.
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> >At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests
> >seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"
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> >I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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