Enough of this shit!It aint over we're just in the eye of the shitocane.
The shitwinds are blowing and shittrees make shitseeds bobandy.
The Original O'l Farts Club.
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You don't get a choice in hospital not to talk about stools - every day since I've been here - the nurse has been trying to ply me with laxatives - and always asked ' Did you have a bowel movement today yet Mr Nirvana?'
- after all life is fertiliser - and what hopefully comes out of the bottom end of us - is fertiliser -
- the big problem is when you don't produce - then get that awful blocked 'Bag O'Spanner's' constipated feeling in your guts - and you start to realize that hour by hour - day by day - week by week - you are more and more - 'Full of Shite' - as you grow and grow - like some alien
about to give birth to a shite-monster - pregnant with fecal detritus - about to blow-up - 'Ahhh - thar she blows!' - scattering a distended stomach full of a scatologists dream scene - all over the neighbourhood -
So it is kinda important - to be regular - and not have to face the slings and arrows of outrageous constipation -
- after all life is fertiliser - and what hopefully comes out of the bottom end of us - is fertiliser -
- the big problem is when you don't produce - then get that awful blocked 'Bag O'Spanner's' constipated feeling in your guts - and you start to realize that hour by hour - day by day - week by week - you are more and more - 'Full of Shite' - as you grow and grow - like some alien
about to give birth to a shite-monster - pregnant with fecal detritus - about to blow-up - 'Ahhh - thar she blows!' - scattering a distended stomach full of a scatologists dream scene - all over the neighbourhood - So it is kinda important - to be regular - and not have to face the slings and arrows of outrageous constipation -
Shite-monsterYou don't get a choice in hospital not to talk about stools - every day since I've been here - the nurse has been trying to ply me with laxatives - and always asked ' Did you have a bowel movement today yet Mr Nirvana?'
- after all life is fertiliser - and what hopefully comes out of the bottom end of us - is fertiliser -
- the big problem is when you don't produce - then get that awful blocked 'Bag O'Spanner's' constipated feeling in your guts - and you start to realize that hour by hour - day by day - week by week - you are more and more - 'Full of Shite' - as you grow and grow - like some alien
So it is kinda important - to be regular - and not have to face the slings and arrows of outrageous constipation -
C'mon now everybody - let's follow this luvverly lady - in some morning YOGA!
I wouldn't say we're obcessed with poop but more accurately with pooping since many of us are on pain meds and aren't as active as we should be. Akso some of us are likely either not saying hydrated enough and/or take other medication that dehydrates us, all of which makes for constipation. I suppose then if you look at it in a different way it could be said that we're obcessed with poop because we are full of it.
Life is PooI wouldn't say we're obcessed with poop but more accurately with pooping since many of us are on pain meds and aren't as active as we should be. Akso some of us are likely either not saying hydrated enough and/or take other medication that dehydrates us, all of which makes for constipation. I suppose then if you look at it in a different way it could be said that we're obcessed with poop because we are full of it.
- and Poo is life -Finally! Some “responsible journalism.”
You must be feeling better Gypsy. 
Yesterday I saw a Nova tv show called “ The Secrets of Scat”. It was about the fecal cycle and how all of life is connected through scat. I thought it was GREAT ! And you will notice I wrote all that and did not once say the word “shit”. 
Wait!! What?? Damn it! 
Yeah, they squish up like those push-up bras that were so nice back in the 60's. Of course, I didn't wear a them then...
There useta be a big family that lived with us. Lemme scrounge...
Here they are as teenagers... I have pics of them as babies, too.
Here's their favorite sit-and-chat spot:
In that pic above, mama is the green-necked one on the left. One of the four boys has gone off to see the world.
And here is the Family Breakup: The Mississippi Riverboat Gambler in the snow white outfit showed up, gazed upon Mama... and she left her sons forever. Caught on camera:
Over time, a young, sexy-green peahen appeared in my driveway, and one of the three brothers ran off with her. That left the two bachelor brothers.
They are easily identifiable because the alpha peacock (Fancy Pants) now has a busted foot and limps. But still is the boss.
I can see it now... a year passes... The cardioligists are having a pot party, andYup - it should be all on the up and up now - after finally getting the heartfull service and valve fix + pacemaker - that can be controlled remotely by a buncha dedicated cardiologists
Gypsy is walking down Picadilly and suddenly begins shuffle-dancing.
Good morning brothers and sisters!
Another double gorgeous day starting at 52F and predicted to reach 86F.
We swung by Portland Nursery yesterday and picked up some Morton's Hybrid tamaters, as well as Basil, Tarragon, Spearmint and Parsley for the herb garden. I'll be planting them this morning after gym.
Another double gorgeous day starting at 52F and predicted to reach 86F.
We swung by Portland Nursery yesterday and picked up some Morton's Hybrid tamaters, as well as Basil, Tarragon, Spearmint and Parsley for the herb garden. I'll be planting them this morning after gym.
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Would you check out those puppies!
