True Stories

I cannot confirm the veracity of this story:

The hot studly husband lay on the bed sleeping peacefully and happily when his wife walked in. With a preternatural warning, sensing his spouse's presence, he rolls over on his side facing away from her.

"Oh it's like that, is it? You don't love me any more?" she asks, amused.

"Nope."

"Fine." Setting a glass of water down on the nightable, she gets into bed.

At which point, a loud, audible release of gas is heard. Soon, a fragrance fills the room. "Oh, so not only do you not love me anymore, but you want to kill me, is that it?"

A blissful, relaxed smile shines from his face. Another release of gas is heard.

"Oh my god. I really am going to die tonight," she moans as she turns out the light.

finis.

Let me insist that I cannot attest to the veracity of this story, except to say that the man in question is, in fact, married and that he had, that day, consumed large amounts of nuts, cheese, garlicky food and beer.