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)
Well in life one’s gotta take the fragrant with the smelly right? ha ha ha…
Yes, Ivy. Ann is blessed… with gas!! Ha ha…
hello, count yourself lucky you only have one farter in your house. i have TWO burp AND fart kings in mine…..
To Meow:
Oh u mean Davin doesn’t burp? *innocent blink* :P
Er… why does it sound like the radio blaring?? *big big eyes*