Nothing Funnier Than Poop
A few months ago, Stacey pointed me to dooce.com, the personal website of Heather Armstrong, whom neither of us knows personally, but who writes well about things that are compelling. Today I nearly spit coffee on my laptop while reading her post entitled "A Story About Someone Else's Ass." An excerpt:
[T]he law of physics says, ěThis is too big to fit out your butt.î But The Big Bad Motherfucking Poop disregards the laws of nature. It defies nature, and it must be passed because it says so.No matter how old we get (and by "we," I mean "I") it becomes more and more clear: There's nothing funnier than poop.
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After changing somewhere on par of a gazillion baby diapers in the last 17 months, I am in a poop lull. Poop is no longer funny. Poop is work. I hate work.