Oh well. Americans. You guys just like that kind of humour. ;)
But we intelligent people are able to communicate in a sophisticated manner about all things human. ;)
Limburger comes to mind. But I think Munster or Camembert would qualify as examples.
Limburger smells more like sweaty feet than like intestinal gas. Not sure about Munster, but Camembert doesn't have much of a smell at all...or maybe the cheese they are selling at your place is a lot more "spicey"?
So on my first day in the Psychiatric day hospital I had a lot of spare time waiting for the doc to talk to me, so I grabbed a box of crayons and painted a picture.... of a nuclear detonation mushroom cloud.
I don't know why, but I've always been darkly fascinated with destruction scenarios. If I get my hands on a scanner I'll scan and upload the drawing, because thinking of how I haven't painted a thing in ten years I think I did a rather nice job with the colours.
A fellow patient watched what I was drawing and predicted that my mental hospital stay will be long.
Good. Insanity confirmed.
On a more serious note... most of the other guys and gals in there suffer from depression. Compared to them I realise I'm not very depressive. That's good to know. Although I also realise I'm dysfunctional on various other levels. So in the next few weeks I will have to face my own dark and weak sides, surrounded by depressive people, without getting depressive myself. Alright, should be no problem at all.