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The Epic of
the Baked Bean
Once upon a time there
lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them,
he adored them, he yearned for them. But they always caused him a great
deal of embarrassment shortly after eating them.
One day he met a girl
and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry, he
realized she might be even more embarrassed and humiliated by his
addiction to baked beans. He decided to make the supreme sacrifice and
give up his beloved baked beans. A short time later they were married.
Some months later, on
his way home from work, his car broke down. He was not too far from home
so he decided to leave the car and walk the rest of the way. He passed a
small roadside cafe and decided to call his wife and tell her that he
would be late for supper. As he entered the cafe, the smell of baked
beans overwhelmed him. He still had several miles to go, and decided
that he could walk off any after-effects before reaching home. Before he
knew it, he had eaten three large plates of baked beans. Even as he left
the cafe, the effects began to be felt. He pooted up a hill, and
poot-pooted down the other side. As he grew closer to home, the
frequency and forcefulness diminished greatly, and he felt reasonably
safe.
Just as he reached
his home, however, he felt a great rumbling inside and was seized with a
terrible urgency. As he waited just outside his front door to release
one last effort, his wife threw open the door. She excitedly exclaimed,
"Darling, I have made the most wonderful surprise dinner for you." She
blindfolded him and led him to his chair at the head of the table. Just
as she was ready to remove the blindfold, the phone rang. She made him
promise not to peek until she returned and went to answer the phone.
When she had gone, he
seized the opportunity, shifted his weight to one leg and loudly broke
wind. It was not only loud, but as ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard
time breathing, so he took his napkin and began to fan the air about
him. He just started feeling better when he felt another urge. He again
raised one leg and let her rip. It sounded like a tuba and smelled so
bad that he started gagging. He fanned until his arms ached. Things had
just about returned to normal when he felt another powerful urge. He
shifted his weight to the other leg and let go. This was the
prize-winner. The windows rattled, the dishes on the table shook and a
minute later the flowers on the table were dead.
While keeping one ear
on the conversation in the hallway, he continued like this for the next
15 or 20 minutes, fanning away each time with his napkin. When the
sounds of farewells indicated the end of the telephone conversation, he
neatly laid his napkin in his lap and folded his hands on top of it.
Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife
returned to the room.
Apologizing for
talking so long, she asked if he had peeked. After assuring her that he
had not, she removed the blindfold, revealing the dinner guests seated
around the table for his surprise birthday party!
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