Baked Beans - This is hilarious! (13)
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Ha! that;ll teach ya...omg! too funny lol lol lol
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I was thinking that he made her baked beans, but the guests tops the cake... 
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mastic55: I was thinking that he made her baked beans, but the guests tops the cake...
that was my thought too when I first was reading it...LOL...Could you imagine... I think I would have died...not fainted.....
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Makes me afraid,very afraid...to go out into the Kitchen to get that Can of Pork and Beans out of the Cup-Board for eventual consumption.
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Conrad73: Makes me afraid,very afraid...to go out into the Kitchen to get that Can of Pork and Beans out of the Cup-Board for eventual consumption.
don't be afraid Conrad....just don't let anyone put a blindfold on you...
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Imasquirly1: don't be afraid Conrad....just don't let anyone put a blindfold on you...
Gets bad enough without the Blindfold.
That Skunk and the Fertilizertruck in front of the Pulp Mill are a Joke!!!
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Conrad73: Gets bad enough without the Blindfold.
That Skunk and the Fertilizertruck in front of the Pulp Mill are a Joke!!!
That Skunk and the Fertilizertruck in front of the Pulp Mill are a Joke!!!
REALLY???? they have a skunk and a fertilizer truck out there????
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Imasquirly1: 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 tonigh t.'
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 e ventually 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
all thanks for making me forget for a second that my kids teacher told he was not doing his home work 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 tonigh t.'
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 e ventually 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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jus_4you: all thanks for making me forget for a second that my kids teacher told he was not doing his home work
your welcome...I hope you can get him to do his homework now...feed him baked beans if not...the teacher might not want him in the class room then.....
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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 tonigh t.'
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 e ventually 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!