Bombarded by poo.

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In the continuing saga of my immersion into the myriad world of excrement, my television has now jumped on board.

Geesh… you review one book, write a few posts about the digestive tract and suddenly your world is filled with doo doo.

Poo on my FB reader.

Poo on my news feed.

Now?

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My DVR recorded the latest episode of Nova and of course, it’s all about poo.

Thankfully there was a segment of the program devoted to my beloved wombat and his delightfully cubed shaped dung so it wasn’t a total loss.

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I mean really, what’s cuter than that?

But cuddly wombat aside, it does make me wonder where the next batch of excrement will pop up in my life.

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I certainly hope not. But at this point it wouldn’t surprise me..

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10 thoughts on “Bombarded by poo.”

  1. “POOP IN MY SOUP” reminds me of the old joke WAITER, THERE’S A FLY IN MY SOUP….to which one of several rejoinders was “Not to worry — one little fly can’t eat much of your soup.” When you think about it, that is certainly a point in favor of poop, which couldn’t eat any of your soup at all.

    Anyway (speaking of “reminds me”), the appearance of Grover in my ;last post led me to favor you with a relevant encore here:

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