A working class man had been going out with an upper class girl for over a month until one weekend he was invited over for dinner at her parents country mansion. Trying his best not to be intimidated by the sheer size of the house, not to mention the maids and butlers, he engaged in polite pre-dinner small talk and was relieved when everyone laughed at his jokes. They then sat down for a seven-course meal, which he was determined to get through without embarrassing himself by picking up the wrong item of cutlery. Everything was going smoothly until, about halfway through the meal, the combination of various rich foods made him need to fart. He desperately tried to hold it in, but with four more courses to go, he realised it would be impossible. So he asked to be excused to go to the bathroom and asked for directions as to how to get there. Unfortunately, the directions he received were so complicated that he couldnt follow them properly, and by then he was busting for a fart, so he decided to set off in search of the bathroom and hope for the best. After roaming the corridors, hopelessly lost, for a couple of minutes, he could hold it in no longer. Spotting a window in the hallway, he rushed over, opened the window, stuck his arse through it and let rip a long, loud, wet fart. Hugely relieved, he then managed to find his way back to the dinner table where everyone was eating in silence. Turning to his girlfriend, he whispered: Its all going rather well, isnt it? It was, she replied icily, until you farted through the serving hatch!
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 19:24:27 +0000
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