Making a sign for the bathroom. If it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down. If it’s red, baby dead. Every return home I become inflicted with a week or two of middle school dead baby toilet humor. It probably has something to do with my shelves of Star Wars collectibles and walls of Packers SuperBowl XXXI posters. Or maybe just maybe being at home brings out a state of tranquility where my true sense of humor can shine. Embrace your farts…you know they are funny. You secretly enjoy them when you are by yourself and find devious pleasure when dropping them in public. Farts need a new marketing campaign. Perhaps signs on the bus that say. “Farts. Free and Funny.”
