Russian Roulette with an anus
It began as a “today’s observation.” Then it grew into a blog entry. Then I realised I had enough literal and figurative bullshit here to warrant its own HTML document. Not that I’m sure it actually deserves it or not, but it’s up now. Read at your own risk.
No, seriously. Unless you want to read a few dozen paragraphs each with plentiful varied synonyms for canine faecal matter, you might want to give it a miss.
The first General Writing in over a year and this is what it is. It’s not exactly what I hoped for, I’ll say that much. Not that it wasn’t a laugh, though.
(it’s gonna be fun seeing this blog entry title at the bottom of the main page!)
Oh, that’s lovely.
Well hot diggity dawg I know what I want for Christmas!
Man, that was you at your funniest! That flash game sounds RIDICULOUS.
With poop that yellow, they don’t need to be walking the dog and scooping for the win — they need to be taking it to the plastic vet. Or at least they should stop feeding it yellow clay. It’d be better if they fed it little brown clay balls — then they’d look like dog food, and they could get mashed together inside the dog and come out looking like actual dog poop.
That’s probably more thought than should ever be put into the design of a plastic pooping thing, but it’s far short of the brilliance of using chocolate and root beer-flavored jelly beans with miniature pooping farm animals.
Aw shucks, thanks Wes! Mind you, now I’m fretting that my full comedic talent (if any) can only be fully harnessed when I’m talking about dog crap. Expect that to become the go-to tangent in all of my future writings.