Am I the King of Crap?
No, that would be Rob. I just do it to increase my hitrate. It apparently works. Some might say it draws the wrong crowd, and I say, balderdash! No, wait, I mean, Bullshit! Fact is, the crap is one of the things that draws us all together. We all crap. If you eat regular, you shit. Some of the finest philosophers do their best thinking on the throne, for a couple reasons: you tend to strain, which pushes extra blood to your brain, and your time is limited to the amount of fresh air you bring with you, so you get to the point.
Besides, this shit happens (sic) to everyone, I just have the balls to talk about it.
“Balderdash”? “BALDERDASH”??
Every time i crap i read a few pages in a novel. The bathroom is one of the places I learn the most.
After a couple million years of evolution, us neanderpundits will reach a profound, inescapable philosophical conclusion:
I stink, therefore I am.
Anybody who says they don’t enjoy a good dump is lying through their teeth.
What does a neanderthal wipe his ass on anyway? Did they have french Canadians back in those days?
:)
So the neanderthal and the cro-magnon are sitting on a log, crapping. Neanderthal says to the cro-magnon- “hey, ever have any trouble with shit sticking to your fur?” Cro-magnon says “NO. SHIT NOT STICK TO FUR” Neaderthal grabs cro-magnon hand and uses it to wipe neanderthal ass.
And while neanderthals and cro magnum are acting like idiots the womenfolk are over laughing like loons at their hubbys. Man can evolve past neanderthal but that neanderthal will always be in that man. ;)
And women will still come to us to kill the spiders under the refigerator. Go figure.
i kill my own spiders thank you. then again I’m single so maybe I just haven’t learned hwo to scream for help yet…. ;)