The Fabulous Story of Poop

Clean up that dog Poo, bitches!

...Poo happens and then you die.

Why Poo?

Because I like it.  Something about poo really makes me happy.  I like doing it, looking at it, laughing about it, talking about it, and grossing people out by it.  I like jokes about poo, pictures of poo and  fuck, leave me alone, poo is funny and I'm blogging about it, OK??!!

FOR THE RECORD...I'm not that gross...I don't want to like, roll around in shit or anything...I draw the line somewhere!  But if you're into that kind of thing, hit me up, we could be friends.  Send me your pictures too!  I would really like to see that.

Why poo?  I don't know...

You're talking to a girl with all intentions of getting a steaming pile of cartoon poo (complete with the wavy lines coming off of it which is meant to show how bad it stinks and a fly about to land) tattooed on my body! 

My first boyfriends name was Poo (Pooh really, but still)! 

One time, my friend Tommy bought me this book full of photos of dog poo (we hope) turned into art.  Tommy is now like, always going to be my BFF because who else know's me well enough to not only know about my (formerly) secret poo obsession, but also support it!?

 

 

 

(sprinklebrigade)

I giggle whenever I hear the word Poo....every. time.  I can't help it.

So...if you're into poo, or even if you're not.  Stay with me.  Atleast you'll get a good laugh, that is what this is all about anyway because...Poo happens and then you die.