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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Sneak Away Causes Gassy Wedding

Sent in By Jim F. of Branson, Mo.


My future wife, Janie, and I were looking forward to our Saturday evening wedding at The Plantation House in Jackson, Mississippi. So, in anticipation of the event, we decided to sneak away to one of the local Mexican Restaurants for some lunch to talk about our honeymoon plans and decompress from some of the stress that comes with such occasions.


Since the quantity of food served at this eatery is so huge, we decided to split a huge beef and bean burrito. It was very tasty, but took us most of an hour to finish it off.


An hour later, we returned to our wedding preparations. I went to my brother’s house; Janie to her sister’s house.


Three hours after that, I was standing at the end of the isle, in front of the Preacher waiting for Janie to walk down the isle escorted by her dad.


As I was standing there, I began to feel pressure in my belly. I knew from this familiar feeling that a crisis was developing.


As I stood there wondering how long it would be before Janie came down the isle, a strong bubble of pressure tried to escape, but I clamped down hard, squeezing as hard as I could.


I could tell the Preacher noticed I was looking uneasy because he looked at me inquisitively.


I scowled; concentrating on avoiding any loud noises, and finally decided to try decompressing slowly and silently.


About this time, the organ started playing the-bride’s-coming-music, so I was relieved thinking I had a better chance of letting one loose without incident. So, I tried to time it just right. The music played, “Here comes the bride, here comes the bride”, I slowly started to let off pressure.. And it felt so good to relax that I actually relaxed too much; too fast.


Apparently, Janie was doing the same thing. Almost in unison we both let loose with a long-loud sound that might be spelled something like, “SSSSAAAARRRBARPAPARRRGH!


There was an audible gasp from the guests, and the bride music slowed (almost to a stop) before it picked up again. I looked back at Janie, thinking of that burrito and busted out laughing. By then, she was laughing too, along with everyone else who soon joined in.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Broke Leg Wedding

Ryan from Del valle, Texas sent this story in:


My wife-to-be and I decided to be married in the treehouse where we used to play as kids.


We felt it would be romantic if Suzanne, myself, and the preacher stood on it’s balcony as the guests watched from below.


The problem arose when, prior to the wedding, I drove out to my parents house to inspect the tree house and get it ready for the ceremony.


To make a long story short, I was standing on the balcony when it collapsed.


Down I went. When I landed, I had a broken shin bone.


The result: instead of a romantic wedding and honeymoon, I got married supported by crutches and a honeymooned in Aspen where I couldn’t ski.


The funniest part of being in Aspen in that condition was the puzzled looks I got. Those looks said, “Why would anyone come here with a broken leg?”