An elderly couple had spent fifty years together, their marriage filled with laughter, routine, and a fair share of playful teasing.
Every morning, without fail, the husband would let out an enormous fart as he climbed out of bed, always following it with his signature laugh.
His wife, shaking her head at the daily spectacle, never missed the chance to warn him, “One day, you’re going to fart your guts out.”
On Thanksgiving morning, as she prepared the holiday meal, an idea struck her.
With a mischievous grin, she scooped up a handful of turkey innards and quietly tiptoed into their bedroom.
With delicate precision, she tucked the slimy pieces into his underwear and waited for the inevitable.
An hour later, the familiar sound echoed through the house—his usual fart-laugh routine.
But this time, the laughter was abruptly cut short by a panicked scream, followed by ten minutes of eerie silence.
Concerned but stifling a giggle, she waited for him to emerge.
