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The Scatological Constant: September 2007
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007. The Excrement Poem" by Maxine Kumin (1978). I was perusing a Poetry Anthology for kicks and happened to chance upon this one evening. Truly, to be shared with all.]. It is done by us all, as God disposes, from. The least cast of worm to what must have been. In the case of the brontosaur, say, spoor. Of considerable heft, something awesome. We eat, we evacuate, survivors that we are. I think these things each morning with shovel. And rake, drawing the risen brown buns. Beam ...
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The Scatological Constant: The Woodland Wipe
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Sunday, October 7, 2007. In a phenomenon commonly referred to as runners' trots, the intestinal jostling caused by running sometimes creates digestive distress, most generally along the magnitude of explosive diarrhea. For runners, this can cause numerous problems, the least of which may be finding a bathroom. (A more troubling, frequently related problem is adequately cleaning soiled shorts.). For the newcomer, such a scenario presents two concerns: first, someone might see; second, what do I wipe with?
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The Scatological Constant: August 2007
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007. I love to poop. Really, there are few - very, very few - things more satisfying than the perfect poop. Out it slides, clean and perfect, graced with the kind of precision golfers dream of. Out one hole and in another, without fuss or hang-up. Personally, I define the perfect poop by several characteristics:. 1) one, or in the rarest cases, no wipes needed. 2) lack of splash. 3) effort, preferably lack of. 4) aesthetic, as it pertains to bowl position. Poop proudly, friends.
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The Scatological Constant: "The Excrement Poem" by Maxine Kumin (1978)
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007. The Excrement Poem" by Maxine Kumin (1978). I was perusing a Poetry Anthology for kicks and happened to chance upon this one evening. Truly, to be shared with all.]. It is done by us all, as God disposes, from. The least cast of worm to what must have been. In the case of the brontosaur, say, spoor. Of considerable heft, something awesome. We eat, we evacuate, survivors that we are. I think these things each morning with shovel. And rake, drawing the risen brown buns. I go ...
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The Scatological Constant: Everybody Poops
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Friday, August 17, 2007. What do we eat? And what comes of it? These are three key questions of identity, an exploration rarely ventured. Together we step away from our toilets proudly, producers of not only long logs, but also bowl-crowding pellets, vomit-inducing stews, the occasional kernel of corn. Join the venture. Poop proudly. And whatever you do, don't fall in. Poop Poem of the Week. I go poop in the morning. When I awake,. Kinda like a doggie,. Going poop near a lake. When I go poop.
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The Scatological Constant: October 2007
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Sunday, October 7, 2007. In a phenomenon commonly referred to as runners' trots, the intestinal jostling caused by running sometimes creates digestive distress, most generally along the magnitude of explosive diarrhea. For runners, this can cause numerous problems, the least of which may be finding a bathroom. (A more troubling, frequently related problem is adequately cleaning soiled shorts.). For the newcomer, such a scenario presents two concerns: first, someone might see; second, what do I wipe with?
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The Scatological Constant: Beam Me Up, Scatty
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Thursday, September 6, 2007. Beam Me Up, Scatty. I nearly took a picture, to share the fleet with you, but even I realized that was too crass. Starships are best when pictured prowling proud. That stained bowl couldn't have ever done them justice. Now, thinking more clearly, I realize I could have photoshopped it. But, alas, it is too late; my proud fleet flushed all too well. Next time I'll know better. Poop Poem of the Week. I go poop in the morning. When I awake,. Kinda like a doggie,. When I go poop.
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The Scatological Constant: Perfection
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007. I love to poop. Really, there are few - very, very few - things more satisfying than the perfect poop. Out it slides, clean and perfect, graced with the kind of precision golfers dream of. Out one hole and in another, without fuss or hang-up. Personally, I define the perfect poop by several characteristics:. 1) one, or in the rarest cases, no wipes needed. 2) lack of splash. 3) effort, preferably lack of. 4) aesthetic, as it pertains to bowl position. Poop proudly, friends.
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Work Days | For Trees We Will Not Sit Under
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For Trees We Will Not Sit Under. Someone's sitting the the shade today because someone planted a tree. January 16, 2009 in Professional. 8220;This life, therefore, is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness…”. 8220;…not health, but healing…”. 8220;…not being, but becoming…”. We teach empathy to teenagers who never had empathy modeled. We teach the actions of forgiveness with the hope that the feelings follow. We teach accountability with the hope that the forethought eventually follows. At the end...
