The couple gave up their baby. They were

The couple gave up their baby. They were working in the US from China and the baby had been born with potential brain damage. China would allow only one, and this one was broken.

The gender ambiguity was not an issue. It was the hands in the pants and farting to warm them habit, before bringing its fingers up to its nose to sniff for the full effect that

made him awesome. He wore sweats to make his ball skin sweaty and stick to his thigh, then fart and let the gas bubble up the front. Sometimes his smart would smell like Dog Poop

But a little FDS fixed that right up. Ironic, huh? Meanwhile, sales at his lemonade stand were brisk. The hot day combined with

the multitudinous, sweaty, female joggers enticed potential customers in droves. They lined up to be refreshed, and didn't mind the long wait as they stared at rhythmic bouncing.

The sweaty, musty female joggers reeked of canned tamales, waiting for rinses outside the gas station and watching the vehicles' torque bouncing in mechanical check-ups. Waiting

in line behind them, he concluded that he could no longer tolerate the smell, and drove away from the gas station, without paying. Nobody should go jogging without deodorant, even

if their route took then through the most malodorous portions of the aging town. The pet crematorium was one thing, but to inflict BO on the populace was simply unforgivable, don'

t you agree? Well, it's like they say in India, "If you can't help it, don't sweat it." Breathing through their mouths, they toured through the remaining streets, stopping only to

chew up the insects that got caught in their wide open pie holes. For they were special people, in a special story. And they could not chew and ride their bikes at the same time.