A Surd Couple have been happily married for 40 years, but the only friction in their marriage was Santa Singh’s habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake up his wife Sukhi and the smell would make her eyes water and cause her to gasp for air.
Every morning Sukhi pleaded with Santa to stop letting out air because it was making her sick, but Santa told her that he couldn’t stop and that it was perfectly natural.
Sukhi told him to see a doctor because she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Baisakhi morning, as Sukhi was preparing Tandoori Chicken for dinner and Santa was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the chicken innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts, an evil thought came to her mind. Sukhi took the bowl upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and gently pulled back the bed covers. She pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of chicken guts into his shorts.
Sometime later she heard Santa waken with his usual trumpeting, followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran to the bathroom.
Sukhi could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing with tears in her eyes. After years of torture she smiled as she enjoyed getting back at him.
About twenty minutes later the husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants, a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter.
He said, “Oye mey kya, you were right. All these years you warned me and I didn’t listen to you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Sukhi.
“Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out and today it finally happened. But, by the grace of God and some Vaseline, I think I got most of them back in!”
