The North American Scatalogical Institute
Since ancient times, man has longed to know the secret of successful comedy, that simple formula for producing jokes of the most humorous nature. Though progress was made and many theories have been put forth, this goal has long been considered unattainable due to the complete absence of any kind of scientific evaluation of the subject.
At least … Until now.
Welcome, then, to The North American Scatalogical Institute1, where we’ve subjected the basest, most puerile, and ultimately most utterly hilarious comedy to strict analysis. In doing so, we’ve discovered that not only does man possess the potential for absolute comedy, but that absolute comedy is actually contained directly within his own body! –Particularly in those organs concerned with waste evacuation and sexual reproduction.
With this knowledge, the need for puns, parody, and especially thoughtful satire is largely diminished, if not rendered wholly unnecessary. Ultimate comedy, our humorologists have determined, can thus be contained in three basic categories:
- scrotal/vaginal
- rectal/fecal and
- boobular
In some instances, the oral cavity can act as an unofficial fourth category due to its ability to produce funny substances –like saliva and vomit– and its proficiency at uttering entertaining noises –like burps or imitations of a rectum.
However, in most cases, mouth humor pales in comparison to the three official categories and, in fact, is largely at its best when used in conjunction with those other more purely humorous categories. For example: a mouth, in itself, contains very little of a humorous nature. However, combined with anything of the form scrotal/vaginal, rectal/fecal, or boobular, instant comedy is almost always assured.
With this in mind, the category of oral exists in a sort of a phantom zone of comedy, and is not considered to be an official laugh generator. Because of the intricacies involved, its usage is recommended only to experienced humorologists, and even then only in a limited capacity.
There is more to comedy than simply memorizing categories, however. For example: the sound a butt makes–while certainly hilarious–begins to dim somewhat over, say, the course of a ninety-minute-long session of pure butt comedy. Therefore, we find it necessary for the application of advanced laughematics. With laughematics, we can take a theoretical joke and represent it as a series of distinct numbers and variables. Take the following expression:
2IT+6.5(P+R).
The symbols ‘P’ and ‘R’ are held to be constants, representing penis and rectum, respectively. ‘IT’ is laughematics shorthand for injured testicles. With a series of simple calculations, we find that 2IT+6.5(P+R)=H7 or, in plain English, a scene of penis-rectum penetration of 6.5 explicitness culminating in 2 injured testicles results in a humor quotient of the seventh degree. Furthermore, with simple laugh-algebra, we can take the following equation:
(R/F)+x=H10
We solve for the variable x, where x represents the part of the body necessary to be defecated upon in order to achieve a 10-degree humor quotient. In so doing, we discover the face to be the most humorous part of the body to be hit with poo.
It is with laughematics that we can better determine the necessary ratio of scrotal:rectal:boobular comedy required for utmost hilarity. With more intricate laughematics and the more advanced laugh-calculus, we can even successfully balance the humor-level of a full-length Hollywood movie. In fact, this method has been in use for some time and was employed with a high level of success in Nutty Professor 2: The Klumps.
The North American Scatalogical Institute:1 Paving the roads of tomorrow’s humor, today!
1 Now accepting applications.




‘boobular’ is quite possibly the Best Word Ever.
I hven’t read this yet ‘cos i want to get this message in before my ‘puter crashes out. Lately I’ve been getting this Active X message and I click OK and it is for a while but then I get a message that Internet Explorer has to shut down and it does and i lose the whole window. Not always but I’d say about 65% of the time.
Would it be better to view the site with another browser?
Arth:Boobular! Boobular!
DC:Boobular! Boobular!
Sam, PCB:Yes! Go to Mozilla.com, download and install FireFox.
90 minute butt comedy?
Sounds like every Thanksgiving here at the Potamus home.
Davecat: You think so? Personally, I rather like boobercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Sam: I agree with SafeT. Firefox rocks.
Bathroom Hippo: Really? You should call 20th Century Fox; they’ll give you a movie deal.
SafeT: Boobular!
boobular….bonkability….boobular
bonkability…It’s a toss up. I’m partial to bonkability, though.
Sentimental reasons.
i like “boobular.” it made me think of “pudenda,” which i think is an awesome word, but not prone to anything scatological, unless you know, you, erm, yeah.
Sigmund Freud was a bit of a comedian, as it happens. And he collected dolls.
l>t: Bonkability … That’s got a nice ring to it, actually.
{illyria}: Pudenda … That’s good, too … Hold on, a minute, I gotta write these down …
kieran: I guess that explains penis envy, then. I can imagine Freud quietly chuckling to himself as he thought that one up. “Women … They all want penis. Hee, hee, hee … I’m so funny.”
the thought of freud chuckling will give me nightmares for the rest of the week.
Safe T, it is my hope, that one day, Alan Alda or David Attenborough or someone scientific and good at presenting, will be miniaturized, given a video camera and a machete to cut through your ear hair, and set loose to explore the wonderland that is the inside of your head. For science needs to know, you see. Science needs to know what your brain looks like. For instance, is it purple? Do small fires occasionally break out when the imagination sparks are flying. Who puts them out? And will our correspondant be safe enough at the current TV employee’s insurance rate. ‘Cos if production costs get too high he might not get the machete – one errant chop and Ooyah: you could sue big-time. I’m not even sure if they’ll be able to give him a flashlight in case of singeing. I should think he’ll still get a rope though, and a flare perhaps. Or some small white pebbles to mark his route, at the very least.
I would watch that TV show. There are`questions I want to know the answers to. What does Safe T’s happy place look like? Is there a train to take you to the nostrils for a spot of fresh air. Are there hot-dog vendors at the Sense Of Humour area and will I need a train to get around that? Could you see the whole thing in just one day if you got up really early? Are there rest-rooms for ladies? Is there a bar? Once there, will I ever want to leave the magic Kingdom?
What about snot jokes? My kids love them.
Sam: d’ya notice it was an Arthbard story?
He’s got a magic kingdom in his dome as well.
No, I didn’t notice. Sorry Arthbard! I think I may need a season pass to both your kingdoms. Are there any leaping orca shows? Will I need to bring a sou’wester or waterproofs? Oh, and you didn’t answer: will there be a bar?
{illyria}: All in a day’s work.
Sam: Season tickets to my head are available at affordable discounts, but parking’s a bitch.
Great, but will there be a BAR? A bar, a bar, my magical kingdom for a bar!
Sam, the bar in my head serves 40-proof loony juice straight out of the bottle and is open 24-hours a day.
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