An old married couple no sooner hit the pillows when the old man passes gas
>and says, "Seven Points."
>
>His wife rolls over and says, "What in the world was that?"
>
>The old man replied, "It's fart football."
>
>A few minutes later his wife lets one go and says, "Touchdown, tie score."
>
>After about five minutes the old man lets another one go and says, "Aha.
>I'm ahead 14 to 7"
>
>Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says, "Touchdown, tie
>score."
>
>Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says, "Field
>goal, I lead 17 to 14." Now the pressure is on the old man.
>
>He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard. Since defeat
>is totally unacceptable, he gives it
>everything he's got, and accidentally shits in the bed.
>
>The wife says, "What the hell was that?"
>
>The old man s ays, "Half time, switch sides"
