The Many Faces of Poo..h

Concrete Balls

A headline from the Edmonton Journal,
"Giant concrete balls to plug 'mud volcano'
Flow forces 11,000 Indonesians from homes, buries villages and factories"

Chicken jokes

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Where'd that shit go??

O.K. I'm not usually a fan of straight-up no-holds-barred whiny-ass complaining, but I'm going to indulge today. I hate it - hate with a capital t - when my best poop of the day manages somehow to disappear down the toilet such that when I stand up all proud of myself (and generally feeling a whole lot better than when I sat down) it doesn't look like I've accomplished anything at all. I.e. the poop has disappeared.

Goddamn it, I hate that. Tangible results may not be the best thing to wish for here, but visible ones would sure be appreciated.

I suppose it is better than having your poop displayed in all it's glory (or lack thereof) on a little platform though.

So, here's to the Flugzeugklo - thus named both for it's appearance and for it's spectacular launching capabilities - how I don't miss it (much...)!

In the spirit of the previous post...gas can be dangerous. But hey - better out than in. Even if the consequences include a mud volcano!

Anti-fart Underwear!!!!

Anti-fart panties... finally! I already ordered my pair.

Best Dump in the World

This headline speaks for itself.