Monday, April 18, 2011

Postal Poop

After having made several blog entries that tell the tale of good citizens having no choice but to deliver on the spot, there's a good chance this postal man just did what he had to do. At least he pooped in the bushes instead of on that four-eyed man's front porch in a flaming lunch sack, which is what I think he deserves for making another man lose wages over a little fertilizer.

What is your take on this, my beloved poop readers?

Friday, December 17, 2010

Football players don't like sporting poop?

While eating breakfast, I came across this article about football players who are bummed about wearing poop on their sleeves.  What is that all about?  These ribbons are about spreading awareness about colon cancer, and I totally agree with when they say that Feces should not be a taboo subject!  Everybody poops!  If you have healthy poop, you have a healthy digestive tract and a healthy body!  Poop is great!  Tell your friends!  Get a finger in your butt!  Get examined!  Love your body!  Poop!  Be happy!  Poop!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

This is what happens if you drink a whole vial of blue food coloring.

...or should I say poo coloring?  My buddy and his friend made some kind of bet to test this out.  Their scientific inquiry proved that red and yellow food color don't have the same notable results.

Sunday, November 7, 2010


Through a special fibrously rich diet and the use of a butt plug, this woman made a poop the exact length of her colon: 26 feet.

If you aren't impressed by that, you're probably reading the wrong blog.

Get the full story here.

..what I really want to know is which bowling alley let her poop down their lanes.

Friday, November 5, 2010

This is the final entry in a series of stories about commuter poop problems.

This time there was no holding back.

This happened to a friend of mine a while ago, so I went ahead and drew it for him.

He is an accomplished musician and was on his way to a performance with his instrument strapped to his back when out of nowhere a giant wave of poop came over him.  He had no choice but to drop his trousers and poop all over the sidewalk as cars drove by with  passengers gawking.  So for every concert-goer who stepped over a puddle of poop and thought some jerk had lost all respect for society, it was actually a horribly embarrassing accident by the man they had paid to see, who like a true showman, went on to play a killer set that evening.

Sometimes the only thing you can do is pull your pants back up and keep walking like nothing ever happened.