Punday afternoon at BF

Actually that would be farts followed by laugh tracks and sexual orientation.

Just because you're incapable of enjoying puns is no reason for the rest of us to deprive ourselves.

So it's like sex, basically, except unlike your partners we won't be laughing *at* you.


Oi!

Fart and poo humour is as old as a Neanderthal bonfire near the mushy apple tree....
 
A man died today when a pile of books fell on him. He only had his shelf to blame.

Thanks for explaining the word 'many' to me, it means alot.

I make apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow.