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From: Philip Smith <smith007@mindspring.com>
To: <bucsguy@mindspring.com>
Sent: Wednesday, August 16, 2000 3:10 PM
Subject: Fw: Fwd[2]:FW: Joke
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> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Barbara Dinda <Barbara_Dinda@liz.com>
> To: <rurobarb@aol.com>
> Sent: Friday, August 11, 2000 11:27 AM
> Subject: Fwd[2]:FW: Joke
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> >
> >
> > Subject: Joke
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> > Once upon a time there lived a woman who had a
> > > > > >maddening passion for baked beans. She loved them but
> > > > > >unfortunately they had always had a very embarrassing and
> > > > > >somewhat lively reaction to her. Then one day she met a guy
> > > > > >and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry
> she
> > > > > >thought to herself, "He is such a sweet and gentle man,
> > > > > >he would never go for this carrying on." So she made the
> > > > > >supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later her car
> > > > > >broke down on the way home from work. Since she lived in
> > > > > >the country she called her husband and told him that
> > > > > >she would be late because she had to walk home. On her way she
> > > > > >passed a small diner and the odor of the baked beans was more
than
> > > > > >she could stand. Since she still had miles to walk, she
> > > > > >figured that she would walk off any ill effects by the time she
> > > > > >reached home. So, she stopped at he diner and before she
> > > > > >knew it, she had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
> > > > > >All the way home she putt-putted. And upon arriving home she
> > > > > >felt reasonably sure she could control it. Her husband seemed
> > > > > >excited to see her and exclaimed delightedly, "Darling, I
> > > > > >have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded
> > > > > >her and led her to her chair at the table. She seated herself and
> > > > > >just as he was about to remove the blindfold
> > > > > >from his wife, the telephone rang. He made her promise not
> > > > > >to touch the blindfold until he returned. He then went to
> > > > > >answer the phone. The baked beans she had consumed were still
> > > > > >affecting her and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable, so
> > > > > >while her husband was out of the room she seized the opportunity,
> > > > > >shifted her weight to one leg and let it go. It was not only
> > > > > >loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk
> in
> > > > > >front of a pulpwood mill. She took her napkin and fanned
> > > > > >the air around her vigorously. Then, she shifted to the other
> > > > > >cheek and ripped three more, which reminded her of
> > > > > >cooked cabbage. Keeping her ears tuned to the conversation in
the
> > > > > >other room, she went on like this for another ten minutes. When
the
> > > > > >phone farewells signaled the end of her freedom, she fanned
> > > > > >the air a few more times with her napkin, placed it on her
> > > > > >lap and folded her hands upon it, smiling contentedly to
> > > > > >herself. She was the picture of innocence when her husband
> > returned,
> > > > > >apologizing for taking so long, he asked her if she peeked, and
she
> > > > > >assured him that she had not. At this point, he removed the
> > > > > >blindfold, and she was surprised!! There were twelve dinner
guests
> > > > > >seated around the table to wish her a "Happy Birthday"!!!
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Are you smiling??
> >
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