Read this on Indyeah blog :- The The great LOL challenge organised by Vishesh…I m copying pasting the rules here
So it is time for all you cartoonists , writers , video makers or well anyone , who has taken to blogging to come out with your best and for the next two weeks make everyone laugh their heads out . After the two weeks we will have a poll to decide who is the best jester around (if we get enough entries , we might even have category wise polling ) .
The rules:-
The time period:- Now( 14:15 GMT , May 1st) to May 15th(00:00 GMT).
The phases:-
1) May 1st – 15th . Posting and leaving the link here.
2) May 15th to May 22nd . Polling.
So what you waiting for ? Come on let us laugh out our stress , worries and whatever stupid thing life throws at us . For the next two weeks , let blogosphere be a place of happiness 
And for those of you who aren’t exactly jesters but want to take part , you can try to compose posts using videos / pictures etc which you can find . Remember the only criteria is you should make us laugh and ya rule #3 .
Come laugh along!
So here is my entry for this contest
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You will laugh your heads out after you finish reading this!!! 
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating beans.
Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the dinner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: “Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.” He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill.
I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than stinking cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes.
The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: “Happy Birthday!”!! I nearly died!!!
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