Tonight I pooped a ship. A starship. Or, rather, a whole fleet. They looked so serene there, setting proud on the surface of that scummy water, so very vegetarian, that I couldn't help but imagine them standing proud against the deep, dark recesses of space. I could see them hurtling through the stars, and I was proud to say that they came from my bum, carved by my cunning crack. That may be a bit obscene.
I nearly took a picture, to share the fleet with you, but even I realized that was too crass. Starships are best when pictured prowling proud. That stained bowl couldn't have ever done them justice. Now, thinking more clearly, I realize I could have photoshopped it. But, alas, it is too late; my proud fleet flushed all too well.
Next time I'll know better.
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Because everybody poops.
Poop Poem of the Week
I go poop in the morning
when I awake,
kinda like a doggie,
going poop near a lake.
When I go poop
and have moist logs,
I tend to create,
real big clogs.
That's when I ask myself,
What have I ate?
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when I awake,
kinda like a doggie,
going poop near a lake.
When I go poop
and have moist logs,
I tend to create,
real big clogs.
That's when I ask myself,
What have I ate?
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