by Rich Huffstutler

Created on: February 28, 2009   Last Updated: March 01, 2009

The funniest Thanksgiving that I remember was back, about 1972. My brother Martin was about 9 years old, I was about 10.

Martin and I had stayed up the night before Thanksgiving, and we were watching Benny Hill. My brother and I loved the comedy of Benny Hill, in this episode a nun had been standing there talking, when a boxer came out of nowhere and just popped the nun and knocked her out. My brother and I laughed so hard, and we laughed so hard we could not stop for quite awhile.

The next day was Thanksgiving. All the family was there, Grandma and grandpa, uncles, aunts, and cousins. In particular was my uncle Norman, and my Aunt Pat, and there kids, our cousins Kathy, Sherry, and Buddy. Uncle Norman was always one who felt that him and his family were to Christian and proper for the likes of me and my brother. We could be trouble, I will freely admit we were at times. We were the bad kids. We were to be avoided at all costs, lest we corrupt their perfect children.

Dinner time came, we all got our seats, Martin and I were stuck back against the wall. to keep us out of trouble, we were cornered in by relatives on either side of us. Our backs were to the book case and it was a little crowded, tight seating if you will.

Grace was said, and a fine Thanksgiving dinner was under way. Martin and I were eating when I turned to Martin and said," Hey Martin, you remember last night when we were watching Benny Hill and that boxer popped that nun?'

Martin began to laugh, and as he did he farted. My grandfather said, "Hey, someone sat on a duck." That made Martin and I both laugh, and as we laughed, Martin farted again. He began laughing and farting at the same time, and could not stop neither one. He just sat there "ha, ha ha, pffft,pfft, ha, ha, ha, phfttt ,phffft."

My uncle was shocked, mom was embarrassed. Mom told Martin,"Marty, get up and go to the bathroom." Martin stood, to go the bathroom, still farting, and laughing at the same time. He had to squeeze behind the chairs of our cousins, still farting, and laughing. He could not stop either one. I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face. Martin continued to squeeze past shocked relatives," Ha, ha, ha, pffft, pffft, ha, ha, ha, pfft pfffft."

Mom was red with embarrassment. Martin finally made it past, our Aunt Pat, and headed for the rest room. You could still hear him as he was heading down the hall "Ha, ha, pfffft, pffft, ha, ha, ha." I could not breathe, I was laughing so hard.

That Thanksgiving was over 30 years ago, and yet every Thanksgiving my brother and I will have the same conversation. The conversation will always start, "Hey, remember that Thanksgiving when we were little, and that boxer popped that nun.?"

Our families know the story by heart. Next Thanksgiving, we will tell it again.

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