It has to be the oldest joke. It most likely is one of the first that we experience. By the time we are able to walk and talk and grab stuff, some wit will point and say "hey, pull my finger". The youngster gets a delightful and magical surprise. The alleged adult gets the satisfaction of passing on a tradition to yet another generation.
Everybody loves this.
Right?
Well....I guess not. My wife, for instance, refuses to pull my finger when I offer it to her. I can't really do this at work since my staff would file harassment charges against me. My friends may go along, but then they would have to try and top me and some of those guys can really let loose hideously raunchy stink-bombs. My grandchildren, who would probably really think this was cool, live far away.
I am reduced to self pulling. A flatulence masturbation so to speak.
Hope I don't go blind.
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