PSYCHOLOGY
I regretted my experiment in "thinking out loud" the moment I asked my friend whether she would go to the poop festival if there was such a thing.
posted by Jim Weed | 4:57 PM
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14 Comments:
you know, with true friends you never have to say sorry.
that post is superb.
For your information Jim, there IS actually a POOP FESTIVAL....It's called the Democratic National Convention. Check it out at your own peril.
shut up pat. i know a thing or two about the poop festival. and i should. my nickname's turd blossom.
I don't believe that is the the real Pat Buchanan, mainly because I don't believe he would debase himself by using such disgraceful language, but also because his name is spelled incorrectly.
I think Karl Rove is real though.
Well the Democratic National Convention may be a helluva Poop Festival, but you can sure score heaps of Oxycontin there which helps make their POOP FESTIVAL a raucus and hilarious affair.
Ah...the pleasures of the flesh.
Me and my congregation shall show up at any funeral of any dead American because WE KNOW that GOD punishes any citizen of a nation that supports POOP FESTIVALS. DOWN WITH AMERICA!!!! DOWN WITH THE POOP FESTIVAL!!!!!!
Thats funny that you say that because there really is a pastor that is protesting at soldier's funerals, and he sounds crazy too. Have you heard about him? What a nut job.
nut job.
as a kiddo, a bowel movement was called a "job"
nut job.
ouch.
Jim, you openned a can of turds with this one.
are you kidding? everyone loves a poop festival.
This really did open up a can of rat turd.
I always like to include as many peanuts and kernals of corn as possible in all of the dishes I prepare in my restaurants.
This contributes to the perfect marbled texture of my customers' terds. As a result, when THEY go to a POOP FESTIVAL they really leave their marks and impress the other attendees.
Ahh the memories of the Grand Vienna Spring Poop Festival back in Austria when I was a boy. In those days a boy could be a boy and the Poop was tremendous. Not like these pathetic, commercialized, American Poop Festivals. Yesss. Those were the days.........
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