Born during the last century, in a small town in Minnesota, currently employed as a contract sculptor for the giftware industry. I worked part-time as a nursing assistant (so I could have health insurance) till recently, which is horrible, thankless and disgusting work. Growing up, my family was the family that tells poop stories at the dinner table. My sister kept a chart in the bathroom for people to sign when they went #2, requiring the pooper to fill out a form describing the turdlings size, color, shape, etc., complete with drawings of different styles of excretia that one would compare to their own leavings and check off. The first family member to check off all 12 pictures would win a prize of some sort. I really think that toilet humor is a high and misunderstood form of humor. Look around, Most people who won't laugh at a fart joke are self-absorbed jerks. For reals. Some people get it, some don't.