An elderly couple settled into bed when the husband let out a loud fart. “Seven points!” he declared.
Confused, his wife asked why. “Fart football,” he grinned.
Not wanting to lose, she soon let one rip. “Touchdown! Tie game!”
The back-and-forth continued—him: “14 to 7!” her: “Touchdown again! Tie!” Then a squeaker: “Field goal! I’m ahead, 17–14.”
Feeling competitive, the husband pushed too hard—and accidentally pooped in the bed.
His wife gasped. He sighed, “Half time… time to switch sides.”
