Im a 43 year old man and my 25 year old colleague just said 'number 2' on the phone.
Theres me cracking up like a child. I dont think i'll ever not find toilet humour funny.
Im a 43 year old man and my 25 year old colleague just said 'number 2' on the phone.
Theres me cracking up like a child. I dont think i'll ever not find toilet humour funny.
There's nowt wrong with a bit of toilet humour Dogtooth, unless the company one is in happens to find it offensive and in poor taste.
Don't ask me why, but it's long been a tradition that whenever my mother and her side of the family get together, it's not long before the topic of wind (flatulence in particular) is spoken about. After my dad met my mother and had been introduced to the family, it took him a long time to adjust to the fact such topics were frequently spoken about at the dinner table.
As a woman in my late forties, I find some amusement in the fact that I seem to have inherited an ability to often be my own one-woman wind orchestra. I consider it quite an achievement. 
There's nowt wrong with a bit of toilet humour Dogtooth, unless the company one is in happens to find it offensive and in poor taste.
Don't ask me why, but it's long been a tradition that whenever my mother and her side of the family get together, it's not long before the topic of wind (flatulence in particular) is spoken about. After my dad met my mother and had been introduced to the family, it took him a long time to adjust to the fact such topics were frequently spoken about at the dinner table.
As a woman in my late forties, I find some amusement in the fact that I seem to have inherited an ability to often be my own one-woman wind orchestra. I consider it quite an achievement.
Cue the backarapper..
