I love this story...you've probably heard it already,,,

but here it is anyways.

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 odor
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
signaled 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 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !