Run, Spot, Run!
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet
the parents of the young woman he’d been seeing for some
time. He was quite nervous about the meeting though, and
by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in
a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and
halfway through the dinner the young man realized he
couldn’t hold it in one-second longer without exploding.
A tiny fart escaped.
“Spot!” called out the young woman’s mother to the family
dog, lying at the young man’s feet.
Relieved at the dog’s having been blamed, the young man let
another, slightly larger one go.
“Spot!” she called out sharply.
‘I’ve got it made,’ thought the fellow to himself. ‘One more
and I’ll feel fine’. So he let loose a really big one.
“Spot!!!” shrieked the mother. “Get over here before he
craps on you!”