During a family gathering, I couldn’t resist indulging in a massive serving of spicy chili – a decision I would soon come to regret.
As we settled in for a cozy evening, my wife, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, declared, “Honey, I’ve got a surprise planned for you tonight.”
Blindfolding me, she guided me to my seat at the dining table, promising a delightful feast. Just as she was about to unveil the surprise, the doorbell rang.
She insisted I keep the blindfold on and not peek until she returned, dashing off to answer the door.
Meanwhile, the fiery chili I had consumed earlier was wreaking havoc on my digestive system. Feeling the pressure build up, I decided to take matters into my own hands – or rather, my own digestive system.
With each passing moment, I discreetly released a series of silent but deadly gas clouds. The room soon resembled a warzone of smells.
After what felt like an eternity, the doorbell rang again, signaling my wife’s return. I hastily fanned the air, attempting to dissipate the lingering aroma.
Upon unveiling my blindfold, my wife beamed, completely unaware of the chaos I had unleashed. However, the twelve guests around the table, clutching their noses, erupted into laughter, exclaiming, “Surprise! Happy Birthday!”