One of my heroes is a dirty old pervert named Dave. We worked together for years. Some days, when The Crack went on the war path and drove our techs nuts - I'd come in, round up Dave and say I needed his help with a customer that had technical difficulties on site. I'd go out, make my usual sales call, and introduce Dave to them as their alternate company contact if I wasn't around. In public, Dave was personable, professional and polite (unlike the branch manager and his sea hag) and he'd actually help the clients out if I was unable to do so. I didn't realize it at the time, but that was the plateau of my career. The clients were all happy to meet him, we were doing an end run around our idiot management and getting stuff done for a change... and they were happy times.
But when we were by ourselves, we were two retarded kids that should not have been allowed to play together. He got fired about two years before I quit and the company was never the same after he left. Stopping off at the office and 'having a word with Dave' was the high point of my day. He'd tell me what The Crack was up to, what he'd messed up and was trying to hide and that I needed to fix, and he always - always - had a rude joke for me when we parted. He still spams me out of the blue, and I return the favour whenever possible.
If you find pooh and farts and nudity offensive, if your IQ is above 23... you might wanna give this one a miss. I don't care for a steady diet of humour like this... but there is the odd time here and there that it hits the spot and makes me feel younger.