A girl is about to tie the knot and is watching her mother bake biscuits in the kitchen.
“Mom?” she asks.
“How do you keep Dad so happy after all these years of marriage?”
The mother promptly throws a wad of biscuit dough on the floor, hikes up her dre*s, and squats down, picking the dough up with her pr*vat*s.
“Practice this and when you can do it, I’ll guarantee that your man will be satisfied with the rest of his life,” said her mother.
So the girl practised and practised until her wedding night.
While her anxious husband waited for her in the bed, she emerged wearing a s**y negl*g*e, carrying a can of biscuit dough.
She opened the can, threw the dough on the floor, lifted her n*glie*, and squatted over the dough, letting out a thunderous fart as she did so.
Her husband, startled, jumped from the bed and backed away.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked. He replied, “Shit woman!” as he stepped further away.
“If that thing barks like that for a biscuit, I sure as hell don’t want to