Let's face it - fart jokes are never not funny. You know you laugh even when you're by yourself and you cheese one out. You know you laugh when your grandma does it, and forgets you're not as deaf as she is. You know you play with fart soundboards late at night.
For some reason gas is funny. I know for a fact ya'll found my massage blog so damn funny because I was going to tear it on Dagmar - it had nothing to do with inherent massage humor. Lately it's gone further than a Raspberry noise titilation. It's gone deeper.
For some reason I spend a lot of time talking about poop. To be fair I talk about it with all of my friends too - so they are either enabling me, or are as disturbed as me.
Freud had something to say about poop facination didn't he?
We refer to them as Food Babies.
"Oh man - my water broke, I think it's twins!"
"Yikes! Don't go in there - it was a total abortion."
We also call it Shitzaphrenia. I'm sure you can guess what that entails. Let me state here and now that movie theaters, resturants, and especially the Renaissance Festival are no place to find yourself turning Shitzaphrenic.
There is also the Bowels of Belzabub. You know it's bad when you find yourself gripping the handicapped railings holding on for dear life as you swear your releasing your small intenstine into the bowl. I have actually uttered the phrase "The Power of Christ Compells You!" when in the throws of a seriously satanic shit.
I know we're not the only ones. Everybody poops - and if you don't think it's funny - Dr. Freud would like a word with you.
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