The next day Cynthia awoke at noon in her Fruit of the Loom men's brief and T-shirt.

She farted as she climbed out of bed. She stretched and yawned.

The fart was extremely loud and smelly.

Cynthia walked to the window of her room and scratched her butt as she looked through it.

It was a clear sunny day. The sky was as blue as a person's eyes.

Cynthia sighed. She pondered what to do for the day. It was Sunday.

After a few minutes she walked out of her bedroom. She was still in her underwear.

As she climbed down the stairwell she farted again.

This fart was just as loud and smelly as the first fart she let out in her room.

The fart echoed throughout the stone corridor.

Cynthia burst into laughter about it.

Cynthia was alone in the kitchen of her home.

She searched in the pantry. She pulled out a box of yellow cake mix.

"I know what to do!" Cynthia cried happily.

She opened the box and poured the cake mix into a large bowl.

She followed the directions and prepared the cake mix.

She put the batter into a large rectangular cake pan and placed it into the oven.

After the cake was done and taken out of the oven Cynthia placed

the cake on the counter and waited for it to cool.

After it cooled Cynthia dumped the cake out of the pan and placed it on a large

piece of cardboard.

She took a large tub of vanilla icing and covered the entire cake with rich vanilla frosting.

After that Cynthia decided that she wanted to decorate the cake.

Cynthia knew how to decorate a cake and she did that well.

She then sat on a chair and wondered what she should do to the cake.

After she made up her mind she took an icing pen and lined the edges of the cake

with blue frosting. Then she drew fruits on the cake with different colors of icing.

She drew a large red apple. She drew a bunch of green grapes. She drew a bunch

of purple grapes. Then she drew currants. Then she wrote "Fruit of the Loom"

with black icing on the cake.

"I'm done!" Cynthia cried merrily.

Cynthia farted as she admired her new creation.

This blast of flatulence was so nasty that anybody would be disgusted of it.

That fart of hers was very nauseating!

"I must share this cake with others!" Cynthia cried. She took

the cordless phone and began to dial Malcolm's number.

On the phone she told Malcolm to get Reese to invite people from school

to a party at her house.

She hosted a party five years ago in fact. She was very bubbly and excited

about planning this party. Malcolm discouraged her from doing this.

He told her that she wasn't popular enough to host a party. Cynthia

put flyers all around the school so everyone would know about it.

Malcolm groaned and he finally took Cynthia into the boy's bathroom

and showed her all of the nasty stuff the boys wrote about her on the walls.

Cynthia immediately felt disheartened.

Then at the night of the party Malcolm came to her house and tried to make

her feel better.

Cynthia was sad and called herself a social retard.

Just as she was moaning a group of kids showed up at her door

and asked about the party. They said that they picked up the flyers from the school library.

Cynthia was both stunned and overjoyed and she invited them in!

Soon her house was filled with many kids from school and the party happened after all.

Now five years later Cynthia was hoping that the same people would come to this party.

While waiting for the guests to arrive Cynthia quickly decided to make additions to the cake.

She drew men's and women's underwear on the cake.