Tag Archives: poop

And you thought you were having a bad day.

.

Ever have one of those days?

You know the ones…. where everything goes wrong and you simply should have stayed in bed.

Next time you’re experiencing a day like that? Think of this poor family in Minnesota and be glad you’re not literally being shit on.

.

.

Now that’s a bad day.

.

.

I have one word.

Eeww.

.

.

Someone needs to look into it.

We’ve all had the occasional pigeon let one fly on our windshields, but a fly by airplane pooping?

No one needs that.

😳

.

Random nonsense and something for Mark…

.

Because there’s never a lack of ridiculous things to talk about.

.

.

Do I need to color rainbow animal poop? I do not, but speaking of pooping animals…

.

.

The required new Lord Dudley Mountcatten shot.

.

.

Another item has been added to the husband’s man cave display of torture implements old tools. A hobbler as seen on the upper left. He says it’s for cows, I’m wondering if it will fit in my purse so I can use it on him the next time we go antique shopping.

And lastly, something for Mark…who has a thing for flamingoes and likes to decorate for Halloween.

.

.

I’m always thinking of you buddy.

.

.

🤣

.

When three times the fun is not more fun.

.

Every time I see a ridiculous advertisement for poop themed merchandise I think… this can’t be real.

.

.

Then I do a little research and realize how feces obsessed this nation has become.

( Is it me or does that turd look like an extremely excited brown gherkin?)

And if the original singular flying excrement wasn’t bad enough….

.

.

Now there are three.

.

.

One of which is looking quite smug.

.

.

Because there’s nothing funnier than poop!”

I beg to differ.

.

And the poop keeps coming.

.

Why is everyone so obsessed with poop these days?

.

.

How bad do you have to be to find one of those in your Christmas stocking?

Yes, the classic emoji has its uses …

.

.

But does it need to be flung in a mini slingshot? No. Even with the added incentive of 3 free flying feces.

.

.

Thanks for clearing up the fake versus real controversy. Those outstretched arms and googly eyes might have come from Uncle Harold’s commode. He always was an odd duck.

.

.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say English is not the ad copy writer’s first language. But hey… poop is universal.

.

Let’s talk about poop.

.

Because these days it’s everywhere.

.

.

I can’t honestly say I’ve ever thought about repurposing my poop.. but clearly I’m missing out on some opportunities .

.

.

This is… pardon the pun… a little hard to swallow.

.

.

No worries, I’m not going to run out and buy this book and share excerpts. Even I have limits.

.

.

Poop fuel. The ultimate in recycling. And with the cost of heating oil today? Not a bad idea.

.

.

Brilliant. The name and the idea. And if you smear the walls of your house with urine and feces? I can almost guarantee it’s going to deflect the Mormons and those pesky political survey takers who are always knocking on your door.

.

Fuzz … part 4.

.

Have you ever seriously thought about dung? I can’t say I have, but clearly someone is taking note.

.

.

Counting poop pellets? Well, everyone needs a hobby.

.

.

I only have one word for that revelation….

Wow.

.

.

While this graphic of weaponized coconuts is disturbing, one has to wonder why the cartoon father has grabbed mom, stolen junior’s lollipop and left junior to fend for himself.

.

.

I know age has widened my circumference. I feel ya tree.

.

.

Frass. A great word, but as any serious Scrabble player knows…. not worth wasting two S’s. I shall instead whip kerf out on my unsuspecting husband this weekend. K and F? Now you’re talking.

.

Bombarded by poo.

.

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?

.

.

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.

.

.

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.

.

.

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

.

Ball tax… and other nonsense.

.

Yes, it’s true.

The Maine state government has finally gotten around to taxing your dog’s balls.

.

.

Beware “fully equipped” friends.

You could be next.

.

.

I had to do a double take on this one. Although holiday poop gift ideas wouldn’t be an odd addition to my news feed at this point… that’s actually actually a shrimp poop removing tool.

And who doesn’t want to find one of those in their stocking Christmas morning?

.

.

2020 is my husband.

While I carry a washable cloth mask in my purse, he uses those blue paper things and I find them hanging everywhere. Rear view mirror, stick shift, hat rack, door knobs etc.

Sanitary it’s not.

.

Oddities.

.

A friend sent me this picture of a beverage she saw in the grocery store the other day.

.

.

She said she saw it and thought of me.

Busty Lush.

I’m not sure if I should be offended… or flattered she knows me so well.

I thought about buying some, but when I saw the non alcoholic label, I figured… why bother?

.

.

It’s back?

I don’t remember goat poop ever disappearing.

.

.

I can think of numerous other ways to say Happy Holidays besides the gift of livestock dung, but maybe that’s just me.

And what’s with “Artisan” goat poop?

Is there some Jackson Pollack spattering going on or what?

.