I was forwarded this amazing story from my aunt while we were at work ( My aunt and I work at the same company. My cubicle is next to hers). All i hear is this gut wrenching laugh. But knowing my aunt, she laughs at a lot of things, but most of them are pretty funny. So she forwards me this story. and I LAUGHED!!!! I laughed so hard, only my mucus covered airpipe could stop me. I mean I had to cough to breath. Just read and find out why. oh and this is totally something I could potentially see myself doing.
(This one is much too cute not to share. Enjoy! Be sure to
grab a tissue; I think you’ll be laughing so hard you’ll cry!)
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 odour 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
signalled 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.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I delight in this so much because this is the side of my family that most people don’t know. (and no, this is not a story about me) My family is Crazy. We laugh about everything, make jokes about random things and fart on each other. Well only my brothers and dad, but occasionally my mother and I join in. We all are totally free to talk about bodily functions. And if you hear someone fart, just by the sound, and DEFINITELY the smell, can tell who it came from. and we all laugh 
It is who we are, when we are in our own house. Out in public is hilarious because we try to be polite and discrete. But when my dad lets one go in the middle of an isle, we all vacate and laugh as an unsuspecting victim walks into the mushroom cloud of gas. Its the kind of laugh that feels sorry for people but also that my dad would do that in public knowing full well the potency of his gas. We all slap his arm afterwards. Ahh, my family is amazing. It brings great joy and laughter. )
