C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock for April 07, 2010

Snerk….

Stinky cheese!

Oh, gross! TMI!

Yup, she smells.

too much cassoulet?? she’s french, indeed. she’s rude and she smells. Ryan is better off gone

She who farts in church sits in her own pew.

So, there you go. You can be yourself and not worry about living up to someone else’s standards or you can be yourself… and alone.

As I said, you get used to it.

After a while you learn to share EVERYTHING.

never seen a stuffed bunny get teary eyed before…someone open a window

Hahahaha!

the sheets are no longer fresh

What are the odds that she’s now “with child” after her week-long fling with Ryan?

Very long, I’d guess. A pregnancy would throw a serious curve into the strip. Maybe a pregnancy scare, though… I could see Jen doing that.

ah, la Pétomanne est arrivée!

Le Pétoman was a French caberet performer of the early 20th Century with a unique method of entertaining… he could, for instance, sing and accompany himself on flute.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_P%C3%A9tomane

Ah, Le Pétomane… I read that a contemporary reviewer wrote about one of his performances while scrupulously avoiding any description of his unique talent, but ended the piece by stating that, while unusual, his work nonetheless “smacks of art.”

Too funny! Poor M. Smoky! Bunny farts don’t smell so no reciprocation here! Better to let it out and bear the shame as to keep it in and bear the pain!

Bet Bunny farts are a lot better than dog farts (esp in the bedroom)

Lisa, that baby gets cuter every day!