A kind of sport

A guy comes home from the bar drunk one night around 3 in the morning. His wife is sleeping and he is trying to sneak into bed. He’s laying in bed for a few minutes and cuts a fart. His wife wakes up and asks, “What the hell was that?” He replies, “Touchdown, I am winning 7 nothing.” She thinks to herself “I’m gonna fix him.” Then she lets one loose. He yells at her, “What was that?” She replies “Touchdown, tie score.” Now he thinks, “I’m gonna fix her.” He’s laying there for about 10 minutes trying to work one up. He tries so hard he shits in bed. The wife asks, “Now what the hell was that?” He replied, “Half time, switch sides.”


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A kind of sport