It's no secret that the male of the human species tends to find things bodily (passing gas regardless of expulsion method or direction or in whose company, funny noises made via inappropriate use of body parts, gouges/gashes/cuts as long as they belong to someone else, and other logically distasteful things) funnier on average than the female of the human species. And as surprising as it might seem, based on my experience (not that I'm old you understand), aging doesn't seem to change either's view on any of this.
Then there's the surprising little things that happen as you age in a dermatological frame of reference. I have things growing on me now with names longer than my arm, and no apparent use other than to irritate, worry, inspire visits to medical specialists who cost lots of money, or provide yet another source of easily understandable humor to the male of the human species, while disgusting the female of the human species.
And what is it with this onset of pimples (or something???) I seem to be suffering on my backside - near that particularly comfortable sitting mechanism we all have, if you know what I mean. It is unusually disturbing for me to gaze upon, as that particular part of my aging anatomy seems to have held up much better than a few other parts, and in fact, may be near teenage looking in its appearance, thus making the thought of an acne outbreak on such a pristine piece of real estate something I really don't want to think about much.
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