This morning, as usual, I was still sleeping when Zibin started getting for work. I managed to sleep through most of the usual movement noise until it seemed as if someone suddenly blared the radio.
Half-asleep, I raised an arm in protest and groggily demanded, “Turn the volume down!”
“Sorry darling, but I can’t control the volume of my fart.”
I woke up laughing!
Journey of the Heart 
hahaa! it’s a wonderful thing to be able to wake up laughing dear! u are blessed! (though skunked)
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Well in life one’s gotta take the fragrant with the smelly right? ha ha ha…
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Yes, Ivy. Ann is blessed… with gas!! Ha ha…
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hello, count yourself lucky you only have one farter in your house. i have TWO burp AND fart kings in mine…..
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To Meow:
Oh u mean Davin doesn’t burp? *innocent blink* :P
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Er… why does it sound like the radio blaring?? *big big eyes*
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