Poopus Maximus

This poo defies logic. It knows no bounds. It isn’t governed by the same laws of reason as we are. You can’t stop or control it; you can only hope to contain it. And my toilet just barely does. Using an officially sanctioned commode, I don’t think its physically possible to make a straight shit […]

You can't crap any more without turning around and seeing a turd with 2 american flags sticking out of it. All this kitschy, pretentious pseudo-patriotism makes my rectum seep.