Warning: The drawing below is crude humor, or as some like to say, 'toilet humor'.
You all know what that is... laughing at farts, burps, boogers, fannies, weiners, balls, and the like. It's the stuff we would scribble and draw on notes and pass around the class in grade school, only to snicker about it until we gave ourselves away. It's the stuff that got us detention, or a visit to the principal's office. It is forbidden fruit.
And, it is delicious...
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Boobie and fart jokes are taboo and infantile. I'm certain some expert in acceptable behavior told me that at some point. We are expected to outgrow them.
Of course, there does seem to be some truth to this. At adult dinner parties, (and by adult I mean grown-up, not pornographic) it is not acceptable to blow raspberries into the crook of your arm and point at the hostess while letting the banana from your dessert protrude from the open zipper of your trousers.
Yet, there is a certain honesty to this kind of humor that cuts straight to the core of what we find funny. It is direct, frank, and immediate. If done correctly, it can even dabble in borderline sophistication. The comedy group, Monty Python was particularly skilled at the blend of sophistication and crudeness.
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So, like many men my age, I still champion the flag of crude and infantile humor in certain situations. Because of its honesty, it has a power to cut through the mire of everyday life. Sure, it isn't okay in every situation, but it transports us back to our childhood and that is fun.
Plus, farts make really funny noises.
Uh, what I have learned, and I'm not kidding about this, is that what works for me in late night is what works with two year old children.
- Conan O'Brien (discussing philosophies on what makes people laugh.)
"I don't drink water, fish fornicate in it"
- W.C. Fields