I don’t use coarse humor, but occasionally I’ll joke about intercourse—between midget siblings.

“I need to hire a babysitter for Friday night. I also need to buy myself some ad…”

“Good thing my mother-in-law isn’t pizza shaped, because then I’d have to cut he…”

“This isn’t my first Merry-go-round, Cowboy.”

“Grandpa had a good life, up until the day we slaughtered him and ate him. Hones…”