Hailing from a land where the fart is fantastically funny, whether it be one that’s forced out at full throttle or cheekily chirped between the cheeks, it’s decidedly disappointing to find that the Japanese don’t seem to share such a fondness for flatulence, as, more often than not, it is sadly seen as simply wind rather than a work of wonder. And, although there are a few fart-related fetishes along with even a poll concerning a partner’s pumping, the laughter is largely lacking.
That said, the reverse is arguably true for other rear end releases, with rib-tickling turds turning up as summery snacks and well-polished pendants. A frankness about faeces that also means it is perfectly acceptable to almost playfully enquire if a passer-by poos prodigiously?
Or even extol the pleasures of never having pooed so much.
The animated fervour of the folks nearby suggesting that they may well be regular customers and were therefore feeling a little frisky having just evacuated a veritable vat full.
Or not as the case may be.