Bob is a happily married man, that is unfortunately plagued by nighttime flatulence. Bobs farting has gotten so bad, he hardly notices the noise or smell. An insecure man, whenever his farts get any attention he gets mean and sarcastic. One night before Bob and his wife went to bed, Bob let loose an anusroar. So his wife says to him "dammit Bob, one of these days you are going to fart your fucking guts out" Bob replies " I'll keep that in mind " The couple enjoy a good nights sleep until 3 in the morning where Bob let loose a loud wet fart That woke up his wife. Noticing that bob is still asleep, a lightbulb goes off in her mind as she metally exclaims that hes going to think he farted his guts out. She silently gets out of bed and takes a bucket to the fridge. "bacon, porkchops, salomi..." she mumbles to herself as she fills up the huge bucket. She carefully dumbs all the cold raw meat into Bobs pajamas, and goes back to sleep. The next morning she wakes up to see Bob sitting on the toilet with a grimace of shock and disgust. Bobs wife jumps out of bed and yells "OH MY GOD BOB are you okay?" Bob sits on the toilet and deliberately rubs his forehead. "I'm sorry... you were right, I farted my guts out... But thanks to some determination, and these two fingers, I got them back in there!"
