A couple had been married for 25 years. During that time, every morning upon waking up, the husband had ripped a huge, thunderous, horrific fart. The wife says to him after a particularly rancid one, "you're going to fart your guts out one of these days". He laughs it off. The following morning while preparing a turkey for that night's meal, she takes the giblets and all of the other offal out of the bird and strikes upon an idea. She sneaks up the stairs with a handfull of turkey innards and into their bedroom where her husband is sleeping soundly on his stomach. She carefully lifts up his drawers and places the turkey guts inside. She sneaks back downstairs to wait. After a few minutes, she hears a horrendous fart followed by a loud scream. She's still giggling when her husband appears in the doorway of the kitchen, pale, trembling, and out of breath. "You finally farted your guts out, didn't you?" she asks. He repiled in a shaky voice, "I did...but by the grace of God and these two fingers, I got 'em back in."
