There is a couple who had been happily married for years. Their only problem was the husband's habit of farting (messing) loudly every morning when he wakes up. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and would make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her that he couldn't stop and that it was perfectly natural. She was concerned that one day he would blow his intestines out. Years went by and he continued with his farting habit. Then one thanksgiving morning, the wife was preparing turkey for the family and the husband was sound asleep. She looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey intestine, gizzard, lives and the other inner parts. Suddenly, a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was still sleeping. Gently pulling back the elastic waistband of his underpants she emptied the bowl of turkey guts (intestine) into his shorts and went back downstairs. After sometime, she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting sound which was followed by a loud scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself and was laughing seriously with tears in her eyes! She was happy that after many years of torture, she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She asked him what the matter was and the husband replied, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you. "What do you mean?", asked the wife. "Well, you always told me that I would end up farting my intestines out, and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God I got most of them back in."

This is crazy mehn! Lmao.