Doctor of Teleocity
- May 25, 2007
- St. Croix, USVI
Like dkmw said, I can't think of a bean (or pea for that matter) that I didn't like
Chickpeas are also called garbanzo beans. Love me some felafel.
I wish the World could get along just like those beans!Yes. I love all beans. I prepare dried beans every week or two, or use canned beans when I don't have time.
A lot of people don't like Lima beans, but love the Lima beans that I make.
I grew a nice crop of vacarro beans this past summer. Are these not the coolest looking beans you've ever seen?
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only lima beans are not my friend. all others are welcome.I don’t think I’ve ever met a bean I didn’t like.
I don’t know if he liked them in the end:
My dad told the same joke 30 or so years ago !Beans are great.
Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans.
He loved them dearly, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat explosive effect on him.
One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, “she’ll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this,” so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Shortly afterward, they were married.
A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down. Since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk home. On his way, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill effects before he got home.
So he went in, ordered, and had 3 extra large helpings of delicious baked beans. He farted all the way home. By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe.
His 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 he was beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she went to answer the phone.
While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but also ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him.
He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg and RRIIIPPPP!!! It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate. Then he got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a minute later the flowers on the table fell over. While keeping an ear tuned in on the conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he carried on like this for the next ten minutes, farting and fanning each time with his napkin. When he heard the phone farewells he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it.
Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, “SURPRISE!!!”
There, seated around the table to his great alarm, were twelve dinner guests for his surprise birthday party!