John was excited to finally be asked home to meet the parents of his girlfriend, Betty. Of course he was pretty nervous about the meeting, and by the time John arrived at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into acute flatulence, and halfway through dinner John just couldn’t hold it in one second longer without exploding, so a tiny little fart escaped.
"Rufus!", Betty’s mother yelled at the dog lying near John’s feet.
Since the dog was getting the blame, John let another, slightly larger one go.
"Rufus!" the mother called out sharply.
"I’ve got it made," John thought to himself. "One more and I’ll feel peachy." So he let loose a thundering big one.
"RUFUS!" shrieked the woman, "Get away from that man before he poops on you!"