I will hold back the curtain on behalf of married men.

It was our honeymoon. Me and my new bride had made love all night.

We cuddled for several hours afterwards, all the while I still inside her. I was become wry nervous and excited at the manouver I was going to attempt.

After a little while, it finally happened! She made a particular snoring noise that signified to me that she had fallen asleep. I was so pumped that I just let it fly.

Unfortunatley what I let fly was the mountain of sh*t that had built up in my stomach from the buffet earlier in the evening. The mess was everywhere.

Our hotel suite looked like a porta potty in the latter parts of an outdoor concert. My wife awoke to the stench. I panicked. I blamed it on her. She claimed not to remember it but I insisted. She believed me. We are divorced now.




She is still in therapy.