Today’s Installment: Scatological Silliness
Soylent fudge is fecal! Feeeecccaaaaaaaalllllll!
Oh, the disappointment of being hydrated. Your nephew misses his yellow pee.
There are a lot of cool composting toilets.
Is the twin mole on your thigh burning? Because I just shaved mine off with a safety razor. Not worth the ecofriendliness.
There is something completely unpleasant about food called “seasoned steamers.”
I don’t care if it means I am immature, the best rhyme for “broken hearted” is “farted.”
I don’t like using my tea tree body wash in the winter because I can’t wash my ass without feeling like Jack Frost is giving me a rim job.
