Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Camote Cue

A simplified and “improved” version of The Bean Story

Shirley is a beautiful girl who loves camote cue. Whenever she craves for camote cue, she always buys one or sometimes two oblivious of the gaseous effect it had on her. One day her boyfriend surprised her. He told her that he will pick her up from her house at six in the evening. Shirley was excited and impatiently waited for her boyfriend. While waiting, she noticed her neighbor selling camote cue. Without hesitation she bought two and ate them with delight.

At exactly six o’clock her boyfriend arrived and picked her up. Before entering her boyfriend’s fifth floor apartment, her boyfriend blindfolded her and guided her to sit on a chair. “I have a surprise for you. Just wait a few minutes while I go downstairs to get it from the car.” Her boyfriend whispered to her ear. She heard the door closed and the door knob clicked. The camote cue began to take its effect on her. Counting seconds, she calculated that her boyfriend will not be back for at least two minutes. So, without any inhibition, she lets out a resonant, baritonous, and moist fart that she was even surprised at the depth of its tone. She then touched the back of her skirt to check for leakage, then she smelled her hands, wrinkled her nose, and then she flapped her hands wildly to aerate the room. After three minutes, she heard the door knob click and the door opened. “Surprise! Happy Birthday darling?” Her boyfriend shouted while handing her a present. She removed her blind fold and found her boyfriend’s parents, siblings, and friends staring at her agape.

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