Toilet humour.

Some would say there is nothing better than a cup of tea. Perhaps its ice cold pint on a hot summers day. A glistening moustache of ale idly dripping as you outwardly exhale and mop your brow. Perhaps Popping bubble wrap or destroying  Mt Vesuvius and its surrounding villages that lay in and around your T-Zone. For others it's is watching a morbidly obese woman being fed Lard through a Funnel while shes rubbing her belly and winking at the camera ( I hear this is more of a niche one)

I would like to say mine is knitting a hat. This however has been pipped at the post by a good dump. Equally in first place is its predecessor the Bottom burp. Some may know it as the back door breeze, blowing 7.4 on the sphincter scale, an air bagel, a toot, a poof, a pump, a trump, a parp  or simply a one man back door jazz band. Anyway its been a stressful day with the sister and mum so ive locked myself in the toilet and writing about it.