A young woman was incredibly nervous about attending her first Thanksgiving dinner with her boyfriend’s family.
As they sat down to eat, her anxiety—combined with a generous helping of dinner beans—began to create a massive buildup of gas. The pain was so intense that her eyes were watering. Unable to hold it in any longer, she decided to quietly release a tiny, dainty “pouf.”
It wasn’t loud, but in the quiet dining room, everyone heard it.
Before she could die of embarrassment, her boyfriend’s father looked down at the family dog sleeping right at her feet and barked, “Charlie!”
The young woman silently celebrated. Perfect, she thought. The dog is taking the blame!
A few minutes later, the pressure built up again. Feeling confident, she didn’t even hesitate. She let out a much louder, longer squeal.
Once again, the father glared under the table and growled, “Charlie, get out from under there!”
She practically beamed with joy. This was the easiest escape ever.
Emboldened by her success, her stomach rumbled a third time. She relaxed and let loose a massive, roaring blast that sounded like a freight train whistling through a tunnel.
The father leaped up, stared at the dog in absolute horror, and screamed, “Charlie, move before she shits on you!”
