In honor of the snarling hacking cold wreaking havoc at my house, y’all get something a bit different today: some stellar links and a video representing the finest potty humor I’ve got on hand.
p.s. Leanne (aka Ironic Mom): There’s an implied *if you know what I mean* at the end of that last paragraph, just for you. Truth is, I peppered the whole post with them.
OK, back to potty humor…
It all started when I spoke with one of my gal pals over the weekend. She reminded me of the blog series I did on embarrassing dates. We had contests and everything. Thank the Lord, she hasn’t had any new dates top the awful moment when she found out her dad told a table full of (cute potentially date-able) dudes: “She pees in the woods!”
Yeah, you heard me right. It was a definite low point in her life, though she DID win the Most Embarrassing Date contest last July with that moment. You’re gonna want to peek at that post, but that’s not actually my point – she just pointed me to the topic.
Do others laugh themselves silly over bodily functions?
Or is it just me that laughs themselves into an embarrasing state over these things? (OK, me and our pal Nat.) I’ve busted a gut over MANY of Natalie Hartford’s “potty posts” – she’s a bathroom humor girl after my own heart!
What are my potty post faves, you ask?
That last blog spawned this in the comments:
Jenny Hansen says:
I tell you, as the younger sibling to a much taller brother, I suffered at the hands of my sibling (aka the Fart Master). He would sit on my head and let it rip, every single chance he got. It is absolutely VILE to have someone vibrate against your forehead that way.
Ah…but then young Jenny’s mama enrolled her in gymnastics! Young Jenny grew stronger and able to leap sitting brothers in a single bound…
Young Jenny mastered the LEAPING fart, whereby she could run through a room, leap over her brother as he relaxed against the couch with his cereal bowl, and release a perfectly timed POOFTER OF DEATH.
After landing on the other side of him, I’d continue out the other doorway at a dead run. All the better to not get caught and tortured. It was a gift from God, that leaping fart. I’ve lost the talent since then, but at one point I RULED.
Natalie Hartford says:
O.M.G!!!Well, I have to say, your brother (dang bag whores– can’t trust them) left you NO CHOICE with fart attacks like those!! I mean seriously – did he think you wouldn’t eventually find a way to retaliate? Silly man! That was likely his first lesson in “never underestimate a woman!” Woot woot.
I can picture you landing poofters of death with military precision (likely, this is WHAT inspired him to join the Missouri National Guard’s engineering battalion – it all comes back to you baby)!
I am sure the spirit of the poofter of death lives on deep within you…LOL!!!
Then Nat’s Hubby started congratulating me on Twitter for having mastered the “art of LARTING” (Portmanteau of Leaping + Fart). We were practically tinkling ourselves over this stuff for days.
Just in case I’m not alone in my reaction to bathroom humor (absolute uncontrolled giggling), here’s a video I found for you at Big Geek Daddy. Be sure to watch all the way to the end.
Do y’all share Natalie and I’s penchant for the potty humor? Has the “We Are Not Alone” movement extended it’s reach to bathroom jokes?? Enquiring minds LOVE to know these things here at More Cowbell!