I have a weird dream last night, I dreamed that I was with my churchmates in a party. The weird part of the dream was I was dating an American young handsome guy. I’m actually worried, why do I have such kind of dream:( why? why? why?

I am engaged to be married and I don’t want that kind of dream. Sigh……… 😦 I should dream about my fiance. Grrrrrr… I wanna get over with this wedding issue. I’m tired of thinking.

Anyway I just wanna share this joke here, my friend email this to me and it somehow made me laugh. HAVE A NICE LAUGH!

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:

‘Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.’ He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill.

I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than stinking cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conver sation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused:

‘Happy Birthday!’!!

I nearly died!!!


3 thoughts on “I HAVE A DREAM

  1. There is no way you could have controlled what you want to dream isn’t it? So don’t let the devil plant guilt in you, and just focus on enjoying your wedding 🙂 By the way, Congratulations!

  2. LOL LOL LOL LOL xDThat is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. I’m surprised that the people around the table didn’t bust up laughing or even faint from the fumes. ROFL!Thanks for sharing that. ;]

  3. LOL ROFL!!!OKay this is my first visit to your blog and I don’t think I laughed this hard in a while. But hey laughter is good medicine for the soul!! My husband is probably wondering why I was giggling to myself, I’ll read it to him later!!Aloha Lorie

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