We leave the toilet seat up.
We sit around, our hands firmly clenched on our nether regions, apparently terrified our balls may take a hike or something.
C'mon. Who hasn't spent a minute or two making sure one's nares are clear of obstructions? Since you can't pick your friend's nose . . .
If I could have taken a picture of farting, I probably would have. It's tasteless, but I think it has aesthetic and social value. . .
I think Lisa's choice isn't "bad" at all. He types defensively . . .
