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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
talking about dogs and breaking wind......there was an old story that went something like this.....An old lady took her dog to the vet, complaining that he did loud and smelly 'trumps'.
The vet looked at the dog and declared he was in rude health, but perhaps she was feeding him food that was too rich for him.
He asked what dog food she used 'Pal' was the reply.
'yes' said the vet 'too rich for his digestion, get the cheapest dogfood there is and it should cure the problem'.
The old lady left.
A few weeks later the vet saw the old lady out shopping and asked how the dog was.
The old lady told him the the suggestion to cure his wind had worked.......and asked if there was any method she could use to get her husband to eat it too.
OK....I'll get my coat.
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Oh, and while you are buttoning your coat ......
A young man decided to be an old fashioned romantic and visit his girlfriend's parents for an informal "let's get to know one another better" dinner. He loved his girlfriend, and he wished to impress. However, his rushed, on-the-run lunch had been a baked bean butty
After dinner, sitting on the couch, he just couldn't hold it any more. But he managed to sneak out an SBD that would burn the paint off a footlocker.
Everyone noticed. And his girlfriend's dad kicked the dog (gently of course), and said, "get outta here". The boyfriend, believing he was safe, let go a mass of gas not seen since the Western Front. And dad kept kicking the dog ... finally he gave it one last kick and said: "get the hell outta here before that sonofabitch craps on ya'all".