… even though I’m 58 years old, I seem to expect to clean the kitchen more quickly and easily if I put the water in the sink on full force when washing dishes, even though the likelihood of time-consuming cleanup from all the consequent splashing is great.
Would anyone else care to share their trivial evidence that they are not a fully mature adult?Whenever anybody says, for example, “if we DO do this project in this manner”…
I can’t not laugh because HE SAID DOO DOO.
I can do a dead on Butthead impression, so instead of laughing I’ll say “Huh huh huh huh … you said DOO DOO”. Works great when someone is drinking something when I do it.
Good one, Zsofia 
I am closing in on 40 years old, and farting is still funny.
And similar to your water-force = cleaner kitchen theory, I assume I will do better at any video game if I just hold the controller a little tighter.
My husband was ranting a little bit last night about all the frivolity on the internet. I was opposing him, as I am occasionally wont to do, and he said, “So you think it would be okay if the whole damn thing was nothing but cat pictures and fart jokes?” My kids were quick to assure him that I would.
I was sending some intercompany mail out to our Saskatchewan branches, but couldn’t find the envelope for Saskatoon. Checking with my coworker, she assured me there should have been something important to go, so I checked the other envelopes, and announced out loud, that I found it…
in my Regina.
Then we giggled like eight year olds.
Dudes in video games go faster if you tilt the controller the way you want them to go.
I thought I had been cured of this until I played Mario Cart. That adds body leaning into the equation.
Just today, listening to NPR, when the announcer used the word “innuendo” in a story, I immediately replied, “in *your *end-o.”
Likewise, whenever either of us uses the word “dip” (or it’s innocently somewhere on a sign, like a street sign or warning) either SpouseO or I immediately say, “You’re a dip.”
It’s like Pavlov - I can’t not say them when the appropriate trigger word comes up. I’m conditioned.
When we pass a road sign saying “Soft Shoulders”, we blush and say “Thank you!”
I also snicker at “Uranus”. And *your *anus!
On any home improvement show, they refer to the master bath as an en suite. So in my most fussy, regal voice I say, "EN SUITE, OOOOOHH!
Whenever anybody says something to Roomie or me that ends in “your face,” we always counter with “Your face!!!”
My problem is sometimes I tend to buy unnecessary things when I use my credit card. I would think twice about buying something unnecessary paying with cash. Although, I always pay my credit card bills on time, I have a bunch of junk in my closet, which I have accumulated over the years, that I have rarely used. To be honest, I would have been better off if I had never gotten a credit card, although they are good for emergencies and establishing credit.
Mario also jumps higher if you jerk the controller up.
I still think that if I have checks, it means I have money.
The other day I clipped a clothespin to my cats tail for the hilarity of it all.
We used to drive a conference representative from Univ. of Regina nuts by pronouncing it as if it was pronounced like vagina. He insisted it wasn’t. Which one is it?
I still use more shampoo, toothpaste, and toilet paper than I need… just cuz when I was little my daddy told me not to. 
I blame the dog.
We don’t have a dog. We have cats.