Icky Stuff

Gross things we all do but no one will admit.

Poop Carnival

toilet paperPoop Carnival

I had a prairie dog say hello.
My first reaction was “oh hell no!”
The toilets were set to overflow,
But still the prairie dog said go go go.

I will poop and I will gag,
Each time that I poop in a bag.
To help create a pooping moat,
I will poop off the side of a boat.

Put on your sunglasses to shade your eyes
From my shiny butt and thunder thighs.
The high sea cruise has a new show
Starring a stinky poo poo flow.

More details from the NY Daily News.

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Today’s Poop Lesson

I hate my toilet. If I … you know … and it takes more than one wipe, the toilet always stops up.  And my plunger sucks.

See what it does there?  It wrinkled up and I either have to wait for it to pop back open or wedge it under the toilet rim to manually unpop it.  Meantime, the toilet begins to run over.  This is not icky stuff that makes me happy. It’s just icky.

The icky-happy part of this post is the “J” poop.  I learned this weekend that the J-poop was named by my grandmother who passed away when I was about 7 years old.  I remember her kindly, so hearing that she coined the phrase “I pooped a ‘J'” is a little bit surprising!  The J-poop is the one that comes out shaped like a J. It’s a sign of good health that your food can digest so perfectly. And it’s a J!!!

We should all be pooping J’s after yesterday’s Thanksgiving feasts.

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