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Plumage and Moult
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but you can't make a tasty beverage afterwards. Unless that's your thing.
So I don't exactly publicize this (for obvious reasons) but a large portion of my conversation is spent talking about poo. Me and a coworker of mine have serious discussions about the evacuation of our bowels. Actually we talk about all the cool and wondrous things our bodies do, like gum penises (the gum loosely dangling around wisdom teeth), breaspiration (the dew that condenses between and beneath the bosoms of buxom gals such as myself), and tea tree oil soaked tampons to showcase some of the crown jewels of our conversations.
On my quest to fall inside my belly button aka navel gaze I found this wonderful little book called What's your Poo Telling You?
I was trying to do some research about this on the internet and I'm sure it won't take much imagination to describe all the nastiness I found. I was quite pleased to go into Urban Outfitters last week and find this book on the book table. It perfectly describes all of our humble sacrifices and offerings greedily gobbled by the toilet gods!
I like to call poop dung, dejecta, and guano. Those words have got some zest to it. I inserted guano into conversation this week at lunch and I got some quizzical looks but I just kept talking like I didn't say anything unusual.
I have such problems with saying strange things in the middle of normal conversations and then acting like I said nothing strange.
I was reading about lasagna gardening and the article said that if we could harvest raw sewage and through some process I can't remember to it it would be good compost. Lasagna gardening is evidently the green thing to do in areas without the resources or land to grow food. I don't know enough about this subject to criticize. Then I read this other article about E. coli from when we BM ejects up to six feet in the air.
Which again reminds me of another conversation I had with my coworkers about eating in the bathroom. I guess that's something I won't be doing anymore.
Oh, and this is too cute as well!!
http://www.peeandpoo.com/eng/flasheng.asp
I may start handwriting letters again if I can get some of that stationary.
So I don't exactly publicize this (for obvious reasons) but a large portion of my conversation is spent talking about poo. Me and a coworker of mine have serious discussions about the evacuation of our bowels. Actually we talk about all the cool and wondrous things our bodies do, like gum penises (the gum loosely dangling around wisdom teeth), breaspiration (the dew that condenses between and beneath the bosoms of buxom gals such as myself), and tea tree oil soaked tampons to showcase some of the crown jewels of our conversations.
On my quest to fall inside my belly button aka navel gaze I found this wonderful little book called What's your Poo Telling You?
I was trying to do some research about this on the internet and I'm sure it won't take much imagination to describe all the nastiness I found. I was quite pleased to go into Urban Outfitters last week and find this book on the book table. It perfectly describes all of our humble sacrifices and offerings greedily gobbled by the toilet gods!
I like to call poop dung, dejecta, and guano. Those words have got some zest to it. I inserted guano into conversation this week at lunch and I got some quizzical looks but I just kept talking like I didn't say anything unusual.
I have such problems with saying strange things in the middle of normal conversations and then acting like I said nothing strange. I was reading about lasagna gardening and the article said that if we could harvest raw sewage and through some process I can't remember to it it would be good compost. Lasagna gardening is evidently the green thing to do in areas without the resources or land to grow food. I don't know enough about this subject to criticize. Then I read this other article about E. coli from when we BM ejects up to six feet in the air.
Which again reminds me of another conversation I had with my coworkers about eating in the bathroom. I guess that's something I won't be doing anymore.
Oh, and this is too cute as well!!
http://www.peeandpoo.com/eng/flasheng.asp
I may start handwriting letters again if I can get some of that stationary.
