Because I'm Twelve, Apparently

I don't like bathroom humour and grew up in a household where the "F" word wasn't the one most people think of but was, rather, the one that people say when their bottom has belched, if you know what I mean. (F - A - R - T, for those of you who don't.) Seriously, it was as bad as a swear word in our house and still not a word I use.

So I don't like F-word jokes and don't make them myself which makes the next confession all the stranger (and funnier perhaps?)

The only time I ever giggle about "that kind of thing" and actually make a toot-related joke is when I hear big boats (like ferries) backing up.

If you don't know, boats (er, what's the correct term here? honk? blow? sound? Yeah, that's probably it "sound") sound their horns (heh) three times before backing up out of a dock or something similar. (It's the boat world's way of saying "I'm going astern" or "Dude, get out of my way because I'm backing up and don't want to run anyone over")

So, here's the thing.

While I don't make f-a-r-t jokes or anything like that (in fact, when C-Dawg's husband wants to annoy me he says "fart, fart fart" over and over just to see me cringe), whenever I hear the triple Honk, Honk, Honk of a big boat I always (even if alone) giggle and say "Excuse me!" as if I just let out three big toots of my own ifyouknowwhatImean.

Every time I do it near my parents they give me that tsk tsk head shaking kind of thing (which is probably what encourages me in some reverse psychology way) and I giggle and feel like I'm getting away with being really rude.

I don't know why I find it so darn amusing, I really don't.

But I do.

Heh.