I know I’m immature because… I still giggle at Beavis and Butthead, and think Ren and Stimpy were comedic geniuses.
I got way too big of a kick out of being able to write “cat fud” on my shopping list this week.
I’m immature because I don’t know what a trebuchet is - but I want one.
In the UK, apartments, warehouses, office spaces and homes aren’t “For Rent”, they are “To Let”. I wanted to grab a Sharpie and add an “i” to every sign I saw!
There is one blue building right next to Heathrow with giant letters in individual windows, but the construction of the building is such that the spacers between the windows really looks like it reads TOILET. Cracks me up every time I see it! I can’t seem to find it on Streetview, though - I don’t remember what side of the airport it’s on, and not every road in the area has been mapped.
I thought of the same thing the first time I saw one of those signs when I went to England in HS.
Out-of-towners tend to giggle at this sign. It’s an I-75 exit in Michigan. For me at least, the sign was such a common sight since before I had any inclination as to the…other…meanings inherent in those words that it was an extremely long time before I made a connection.
The aforementioned farts, and also boogers.
Mine is similar; it’s for when someone says a word that ends in “er.”
Someone: “That player just hit his third homer.”
Me: “Homer? I barely knew her.”
Also works words that end in “im.”
Hee hee. I went to school in Bowling Green, OH and giggled at that sign many times, on my way to concerts at whatever enormous outdoor venue is up that way. (Can’t remember the name anymore; am I officially an old fart?)
HA!!! I do that, too!!!
I cracked up when I discovered Litle Ferry NJ has a street named Redneck Lane.
I know a litle fairy who’s a redneck, ha ha ha.
I drive by Bunghole Liquors every couple of weeks. I giggle like a 8th grader every time.
There is a tiny village on the Shetland Islands called (no, I’m not making this up) Twat. When my former boyfriend and I were there, we must have spent three hours looking for a sign to take a picture of but, apparently, they had either all been stolen or the village folk got tired of idiots taking pictures of themselves with the signs.
I’m immature because I giggle every time I hear the would caulking.
The best part is that it comes up at work all the time.
Its a good thing my boss is as immature as I am:p
I’m Immature cause I laughed at the OP and others. This cracked me up. Letters missing from Neon signs. 
http://smilejunkie.com/missing-letters-make-neon-signs-sound-dirty/
There are a chain of bottle shops here opened by a man with the last name fish… you guessed it ‘Fish Liquor’. I smirk every time I see it.
You think Twat is bad, try Dildo or Placentia Junction in Newfoundland, canada.
Howzabout Fucking, Austria?
I did my undergrad in Fargo, North Dakota, and two nearby towns were named Fertile and Climax. The running joke was the idea of a newspaper headline, “Fertile Woman Marries Man in Climax,” though I don’t know that I ever saw it in print.
Did you have tenure at the time?
IA has Fertile and Manly and the story is simiilar. “Fertile Woman Marries Manly Man.”
I can’t help but giggle at butt sounds. My BIL intones, “Speak, oh Toothless One.” and I am helpless.
And speaking of road signs, while I’ve never done it, I am sorely tempted to have spouse taking a photo of me mooning the camera by the sign East of Sturgis, S.D. which reads “Bear Butte.”
My boss was making the schedule for next week, and we divvy up jobs sometimes. This week, Daphne is doing PC and OPS, but the font used crams the C and O together, so PC/OPS looks like DAPHNE POOPS.