An elderly couple had spent fifty years together, their marriage a testament to shared history, laughter, and a bit of playful mischief. Each morning, without fail, the husband would let out an enormous fart as he climbed out of bed, followed by his signature laugh. His wife, ever the skeptic, would shake her head and warn, “One day, you’re going to fart your guts out.” It had become their routine, a familiar quirk that kept their bond as strong as ever.
On Thanksgiving morning, as the smells of the holiday meal filled their home, an idea struck her. With a mischievous grin, she quietly slipped away from the kitchen, a handful of turkey innards in hand. Tiptoeing into their bedroom, she tucked the slimy pieces into his underwear, already imagining the hilarity that would follow. She returned to the kitchen, stifling her excitement, waiting for the inevitable.
