Satan's giggle perhaps

Whatever this humor is, I like it.

Had one of these uncles, he also featured a single good eye, the other damaged in a previous fireworks mishap. Didn't stop him though, and the bad eye could see clear underwater he'd say.

It was osso buco, from a restaurant I've ordered it from many times, I had assumed the hives were stress related, I was really retching, but to the other commenter's point, no poops.

I had food poisoning on a plane once, but the meal was before I boarded. I was puking so much and so often they moved people forward and me to the back. It was bumpier. By the time we landed I could barely walk and I was covered in hives. Six of the longest hours of my life.

and rolls of film

In the 2000s my brother asked our grandma to wrap a gift for his crush. She wrote something like "You're quite the foxy young lady" and that was a good day for laughs.

Net is what you catch in the net, and the rest falls away.

And cleaning them might involve some sort of tooth sucker device to suck them clean between meals for all the hard to reach places.

And cheese. Hooks and cheese.

That's it, bring me the Kandahar cock wrench.