1. What's red and smells like blue paint? RED paint!
and a naughty one...(it's long)
2. There once was a woman married to the man of her dreams. The only problem she had with him was that he had terrible, unbearable flatulence. He also delighted in tormenting her with it...shoving her head under the covers to "enjoy" his aroma...asking her to check if there was a hole in the seat of his britches and then letting a good one rip right in her face. It was terrible. He would start every morning with a real thumpin' good one and bellow "MORNIN"!" to his beloved. After each olfactory assault, his wife would scold him with "One of these days your gonna let one go so bad your innards are gonna fall out!" But for 20 years she put up with his obnoxious farting....until the day of their 20th anniversary. She promised him a huge turkey dinner with all the trimmings, so she got up early in the morning while he slept in, and crept down to the kitchen to prepare the turkey. She had the bird all set in the pan and reached in to pull out the sack full of gizzards, when she was struck with a devilishly awesome idea. She took the gizzards back up to the bedroom, tip toed to her husbands side of the bed, carefully peeled back the blanket, gently pulled back his underwear and DUMPED the gizzrds in! Then she hurried back down to get on with her cooking. About a half hour later she heard dear hubbies good morning salute...FfffffffWWWwwwaaaaaaammmppPPP! followed by a blood curtling scream. She could only chuckle to herself and think "Serve's him right!". Well a good twenty minutes goes by before she hears her husband coming down the stairs....sweaty and white as a sheet.
"Dear!" She cried with a wry smile. "Whatever happened?"
Her husband gripped the counter top and looked her in the eyes and replied "Sweetheart, do you remember how you always warned me that one day I would fart so bad that all my innards would fall out??"
She nodded back at him.
"Well it happened!" He sobbed. "I farted my innards out."
At this point his poor wife is just about busting open with the laughter. "Well should we go to the hospital?' She snickered.
"NO no.." He sighed holding up his hand. "By the Grace of God and these 5 fingers, I got 'em all pushed back in!"