It is frequently believed that marriage is best suited for the young, but if you were to ask seasoned couples, they’d tell you that experience is what truly matters. At the start of your marital journey, you tread carefully, hoping to do everything right. Yet, as years roll on, small blunders become a source of humor rather than concern.
Such is the case when an elderly gentleman lightheartedly initiates a farting contest with his wife. This moment is a testament to their enduring love filled with laughter, though it does end with a bit of a twist.
The Humorous Story Unfolds
As soon as the old couple snuggles into bed, the husband lets one rip. With a grin, he declares, ‘Seven Points.’ Bewildered, his wife inquires, ‘What on earth was that?’ He chuckles, ‘It’s fart football.’
A few moments later, the wife joins in on the fun, mimicking his earlier actions and announcing, ‘Touchdown, tie score.’
Minutes pass, and the husband scores again, proudly stating, ‘Aha, I’m ahead 14 to 7.’
The wife, unwilling to be outdone, releases another hearty sound and responds, ‘Touchdown, tie score.’
With only a few seconds passing, she calmly triumphs again with a quiet squeaker and declares, ‘Field goal, I lead 17 to 14.’ This shifts the pressure onto her husband.
Refusing to admit defeat, he attempts with all his might to regain the upper hand.
Striving valiantly to beat his wife, disaster strikes when he inadvertently soils the bed.
Nonplussed, his wife asks, ‘What in the world was that?’
With a sheepish look, the old man says, ‘Half time, switch sides.’
A Little Bonus Laughter
“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son exclaimed over the phone.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other anymore,” the father replied. “I’m sick of her face, and I’m done with this discussion. So give your sister the message,” and he ended the call.
In a panic, the son reached out to his sister. She was outraged, “Like hell they’re getting divorced!” She immediately telephoned their father.
“You’re not getting divorced! Don’t take another step. We’re both coming home tomorrow to sort this out. Until then, don’t call a lawyer, don’t sign a thing. DO YOU HEAR ME?” Then she slammed the phone down.
The old man turned to his wife, grinning, “Alright, they’re both coming for Christmas and covering their own airfares.”
