We were sitting around the houseboat last night after dinner. I'm sitting over here re-reading blogs that I'd found snot slinging hilarious the night before to see if they still were when I was sober. He was sitting on the couch trying to put together a mix of songs for a neighborhood Halloween party that will be happening next week.
I reread one that was focused on dead baby jokes and started laughing out loud, thinking "yep, just as funny today" so I started reading one out loud to whatshisname. He looked at me very seriously and said "I do NOT think that is funny." I started to read him another one thinking maybe he just didn't get it and he glared at me and said "I TOLD you, I DON'T find that funny!"
I went back to reading to myself and he suddenly turned the sound up and said "Listen to this!" and he's laughing his ass off. I turned to listen, and he is playing some of the NASTIEST sounding chit I've ever heard. "Creepy Halloween Fart Music, Volume Three" He sits there giggling and listening to several cuts and says "I like volume four better than volume seven".
I like dead baby jokes. I'm twisted like that. I always liked Helen Keller jokes too, so shoot me. But a symphony of very moist sounding textured farts set to music? *shakes head* Not my bag.