Never meaning no harm

When Jack and I went to see Talladega Nights the Legend of Ricky Bobby last week, one of the trailers, or as it's known at my house, one of the best parts of movie going experience, was for Jackass II which I had seen online previous and laughed my compound laugh which is when a laugh is so damn good that another one starts right over it. Anyway, We laughed hard at the trailer as did the three 20 year olds that were sitting across the isle from us.
For the rest of the movie, they and I laughed at basically the same things, subtle and overt boy humor. The rest of the theater chuckled much, but it was the reinforcing that I am a 17 year old in the funny department, that was the tickler for me.
Otherwise, I really got fixated on the advertising and huge gas reserves that make up much of the NASCAR culture. This one really has me; I have no concept of what the appeal is other than perhaps the fans are so gas fume addled that they haven't realized that it's dull and tedious to watch guys in cars go around in circles for hours.