Actually,I find bathroom humor pretty funny too. I just can't figure out why they are so discrminating!!!!







PUS-SYGALORE wrote:

I don't know!  I see several guys around here as well--but it does seem strange how your husband and son probably thought that it was funny to pass gas in class intentionally when they were in high school but are completely grossed out by a little critter coming out of a skin pore.  I can see some of the really bloody ones as coming across as gross, but what's so gross about something squiggly and cute and/or very athletic and flying out of a pore and hitting the nearest mirror (or person)?

Of course, some bathroom humor is pretty amusing, too.  I've even written some poems about that--such as the ones (one apiece) about two elderly sisters (my mom's first cousins) who had embarrassing experiences of unintentionally letting one go in public.

I'm also female, but, like you, I have this boy part that thinks zits are cool--even though I'm glad that I don't have a lot of them.  And, if you'd had a daughter, she might have been one of us!  Zit fascination seems to be pretty unisex in nature!
Cheers!
AJ

I'm proud to have you as a friend.      Creative people are great to know.  I was wondering if Anderson was in IN.  I grew up in IL. 
Please explain more about 'Invisible Youth'. 









comedoness wrote:

Thanks!  That's just a little thing that I cooked up a few years ago when messing around with Microsoft paint.  The poem at the top of my profile is one I wrote for a church camp newsletter way back in 1971.  My staff and I put out a daily newsletter called The Rainbow because it was made using different colors of paper.  It had three sheets with both sides used--otherwords, six pages.  One of my friends who was part of the entertainment ministry told me that it was the best camp newsletter of all of the ones that came out over the summer.  Our motto was:  "All the news that's fit to print--and then some!"  I think that most of the people assigned staff duties simply put out an agenda to tell people what was happening where and when.  But not us!  We had the agenda in there but, also, interviews, jokes, cartoons, and all kinds of things.  We had a blast!  Our workshop was scheduled to run for an hour each day, but we often spent three hours getting our newsletter put together and goofing around with each other!  What a wonderful time!!!  If you're ever in North Webster, Indiana and pass by Epworth Forest, think of that neat week of my summer of 1971--which included the composing of my pimple poem!