How Much Crap Could A Crapper Crap…

Let’s do some back of the toilet paper roll math: To give myself a margin of error, lets say I reached shitting maturity at age 10. All other turds before that will not be included. This will ensure all the numbers derived below are fairly accurate, and most likely underestimates. OK, here goes. Tomorrow I […]

Usually, repeated doses of reality will cure disillusionedness. Unfortunately when that doesn't work the condition isn't fatal.