On thing we used to do was play a "game" called, "Grosser than Gross."
How do you play? I'm glad you asked, but you sure won't be glad after I tell you. It held the same basic format of a Knock-Knock joke only half as long and twice as disgusting.
Victor: "Hey Adam, what's grosser than gross?"You get a few enthusiastic "Ewwwws!" From the girls nearby and some cackles from the guys. It passed the time.
Adam: "You mean besides your mom?"
Victor: "Don't be stupid, what's grosser than gross?"
Adam: "I don't know, what?"
Victor: "When you're eating rice, and the last one gets up and walks away."
When you get older though, more experienced, you witness some things in life that leave such an impression that those childish jokes of yore pale in comparison to the human travesty that is an adult public restroom.
Have you ever seen the movie, "American Pie?". Do you recall a character "Stifler" referred to as "Shitbrick?"
"Shitbrick" was a guy that absolutely refused to use public restrooms. Well that would be me if it wasn't for the fact that I'm getting older now and waiting 9 hours until I get home to use my own private restroom just isn't feasible.
Today I reluctantly stroll into the nearest restroom, casually peeking over my shoulder to make sure people don't see me walk in. On the already disgusting toilet seat is a spot of smeared blood.
Yeah. That just ruined my day. No matter what excuse I could come up with for a spot of blood being in the men's restroom, they were all bad. Consider my appetite lost.
Any "Grosser Than Gross: Real Life Edition" stories you would like to share? Be my guest.