Baked Beans

Hump Day Humor is hosted by Mercedes at Mercedes Rocks!

Theme: Surprises

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

16 Responses

  1. I had seen this before, Mercedes, but it was still fun to read. How embarrassing. I hope that never happens to me, lol.

  2. I’m reminded of Bart Simpson writing on the blackboard, “Beans are neither musical nor a fruit”!

  3. hahha! We didn’t see that coming.

  4. so would i….

  5. I have seen it before but it still makes me laugh.

    My dinner is up at my place and it’s Chef’s Surprise

  6. Oh, dear Lord…I thought there was going to be more beans on the table…it’s still so funny!!! hahahahahah!

  7. still laughing – your funniest yet!

  8. Hilarious! I had gotten this before in an email but I laughed all the way through this again. Thanks for the hoot! 😉

  9. OMG that was hilarious! BTW I fixed your blog link on the chicks.

    Cool Beans-lol! Thanks! Just gotta get ya linkable now! 😉

  10. HAHAHA!!!! Quack Quack AFLAC
    If it happened for real how would you feel?????

    Much better after releasing all of that-LOL!

  11. Hey Mer, I just did my 1st Hump Day albeit a day late. Left a link at your Hump Day blog

  12. ROFL!!!! This is a good one.

  13. YIKES!!!

  14. That is funny. That sounds like something that would happen to me. An embarrasing story that has nothing to do with 12 people around the table, but something like getting out of an elevator and thinking no one is around. 🙂

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