My constipated friends and I decided to get together and have a block potty.
I sneezed during a knock-knock joke. Guesswhonteit!
Gum makes me sneeze. A chew.
My son is getting farter and farter behind, so we’re hiring a tooter. It should rectumfy the shituation, whenever the teacher decides to colon him.
I am a professional flatulence-connoisseur. I enjoy fartisan whines. I am, as the French say, a smmelier.
To pass a law, the Queen must fart. Only then will it have royal ass scent.
What the maestro said when the orchestra player sneezed: “Bassoonteit!”
Mr. T is getting incontinent in his old age. He was recently heard to boast, “I shitty the pool.“
Which rock star enjoys his morning ritual with a newspaper? Lou Reed.
Drooling is my new religion. It’s the only path to salivation.