The wife let rip a high on the richter scale fart.
Our kings size bed vibrated and i thought it was going to fall apart.
The smell was worse than her cooking.
You would not have thought it would have come from one who is so attractive looking.
The pet cat went into cardiac arrest.
I heard the words, Jesus Christ what's that smell coming from our staying overnight guest.
She the wife was still asleep.
The toxic gas made my tired eyes weep.
Then another she did let rip.
The bed did shake rattle and roll, and to the headboard i did tightly grip.
The smell this time was worse than the last.
The overnight guest shouted, bye i've got to go, and left real fast.
The wife oblivious to the situation was still fast asleep.
The smell knocked me for six, and out of our bedroom i did weakly creep.
When the wife awoke she had a disgusted look on her face.
And shouted, there's an awful bloody smell in this place.
That is the strangeness of the human race.
I rest my case.
- Author: Wallace ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2017 01:21
- Category: Unclassified
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