Saturday, January 07, 2006

Meeting the Parents

A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents
of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite
nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived
punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress. The
problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through
the appetizers, the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one
second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.

"Spot," called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying
at the young man's feet. Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the
young man let another, slightly larger one go.

"Spot," she called out sharply.

"I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. "One more and I'll
feel fine." So he let loose a really big one.

"Spot," shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he poops on you."

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