There’s a nasty baked beans story going the rounds at present; all to do with farting. I hate jokes like that almost as much as I hated ‘Blazing Saddles’.
This is the best baked bean story I ever heard:
A man goes to his doctor complaining of blistered feet. The doctor examines them, they are appallingly blistered.
‘Good God; how did you do that?’ he asked.
The man replied: ‘Baked beans.’
‘How could you possibly damage your feet like that with baked beans?’
The man fished in his pocket and took out a small can of the beans. He pointed at an instruction on the label.
‘OPEN CAN AND STAND IN A SAUCEPAN OF BOILING WATER FOR FIVE MINUTES’.
© DON DONOVAN
donovan@ihug.co.nz
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