It was Boudreaux birthday and, on the way home from work, his car broke down.

Since they lived in the country, he called, on his cell phone, to his wife and told her he would be late because he had to walk home.

On his way home, Boudreaux passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him.

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Since he still had several miles to walk, Boudreaux figured he could walk off any ill effects before he got home. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had two large orders of smoke sausage with baked beans.

All the way home he 'putt-putted'. He 'putted' down one road and 'putt-putted' up the next. By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe.

Boudreaux's wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!"

She put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peek. At this point Boudreaux was beginning to feel the effects of the beans.

Just as she was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and she went to answer the phone.

While she was gone, Boudreaux seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let it rip. It was not only loud, but smell like rotten egg. He was having had a hard time breathing, so he felt around for his napkin or something to fanned the air about him.

He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. Boudreaux raised his leg and rriiiipppp!'

It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he tried flapping his arms around, hoping the smell would go away.

Things had just about returned to normal when he felt another urge coming again. He shifted his weight to his other leg and let go. This was a real blue-ribbon winner; the windows rattled, the dishes on the table shook and, a minute later, the flowers on the table were dead.

While keeping an ear tuned in on the conversation his wife was having in the hallway, and keeping his promise not to peek. When he heard her saying goodbye (indicating the end of his freedom) Boudreaux neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it like nothing happen, you know the look.

Smiling contentedly, Boudreaux was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in the room.

Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked. Boudreaux ma no.

After assuring her he had not, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!!"

To Boudreaux shock and horror, there were twelve people seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.

Submitted By Larry Arton Jeanerette, La.