Back when I was a lad, there was a humorous novel gifted to me by my babysitter that featured a line that was so unbearably funny to me that it would send me into fits for minutes on end, every time, reliably. I had to hide the book at the end because I'd come back to this fucking line.
The line was, to summarize, a children's counting song that featured the words "fart" and "head explode". Years later, remembering this episode of my childhood, I questioned my sanity. There was fucking nothing funny about that line. My childhood self was an utter imbecile, I concluded. Things that stupid cannot be funny.
Now, I am past 30, and I realized that my childhood self was wise beyond his years, because this chapter and that damn neighbor chinfuwa saying chinchin is the funniest fucking thing I've seen in years.