Tat-Poo

Seeing how a snake was able to revive this blog, I'd like to honor them. What better way than to use NBA All-Star Deron Williams' tattoo? He pays tribute to our reptilian friends in all their fecally shaped glory on his tricep.  Dr. Oz says that a healthy poop has an S-shape.  Looks like DWill has been eating his leafy greens!

Here are a couple more Tat-twos:

Silly clowns

Somebody tell me why this giraffe is wearing jeans, but no shirt.

Toilets like ink, too!

Just ask Ne-Yo and John Legend

For those interested: http://www.toilet-tattoos.com/

Pythons Gotta Poop, Too!

Check out this video, I bet it'll give you bowel envy.

WARNING: Do not watch if you plan on eating Korean BBQ in the near future....



This video gave me a new respect for snakes...specifically pythons. I knew snakes had to poop, but I did not anticipate the magnitude of their fecal capabilities. Now it makes sense how snakes keep their sleek figures without even chewing their food. Go on Python, do your thing!

Pooping while injured

So they always say that you never know a good thing until it's gone. No truer words have ever been said.

I've had a couple injuries in the past year or two that were/are pretty serious. In 2008, I broke my right hand. As a right handed person, I tend to do most things with said hand. When your strong hand gets broken, you thank your lucky stars that you have two. The nly problem is that your reserve hand is highly unprepared for the emergency call to action.

After my trip to the ER, what was the first thing I did with my newly cast hand? I pooped, duh! With a fresh new injury, you tend to forget about your limitations. So it wasn't until I was mid-deposit that I realized I had to wipe with my left hand. It went surprisingly well. Some things were very difficult with my left hand like writing, brushing my teeth, eating with a fork/spoon, but not wiping. The motion felt pretty darn natural. The only difference was that I wiped a few extra times to make sure I didn't miss anything. It was just based on a lack of experience. You really develop a topological knowledge with your strong hand after years of wiping. You really learn how to clean yourself up nice.

Fast forward to present time. I badly sprained my left ankle about a week ago. It was so bad I couldn't put any weight on it until recently. I had a half cast that was secured using a couple bandages. I wore the half cast to sleep, so I had to keep the bandages clean. So when I had to poop at work, I made it a point to keep my foot off the dreadful restroom floor. This meant I had to keep my left leg up in the air while blitzing the bowl. I felt like I was at a bar in Texas riding a mechanical bull. It was bad enough that my cast was pretty heavy and tired my leg out, but the worst was that it threw off my whole balance. All my weight was resting on one cheek putting me at a slight angle. This worried me because I did not want all my children to brush past that cheek on their way to the pool. Luckily I wasn't visited by the diarrhea fairy and I escaped some big messes. Yesterday I saw a specialist and got my leg into a walking boot. It has a hard rubber sole so now I am back to balanced bowels!

Bliss!

Poop On Campus

When I was in college, I used to sleep at odd hours like most college students and I would eat all kinds of junk like fast food, sodas, chips and candy. This resulted in a very unpredictable pooping schedule. I lived about 15 minutes off campus, so I often had to make emergency trips to public restrooms. I wouldn’t consider myself a shy guy when it comes to public dumping, but I do like a certain level of comfort during private time.

It was usually my strategy to avoid the plain sight bathrooms. These are located where everybody can see them as soon as they walk into the building. Obviously the most convenient ones have the highest traffic. Therefore, they are only to be used in the case of an emergency. They are for those times you got the bubble guts boiling so bad that it feels like if you don’t release the chocolate hostages, they’re gonna burn a hole through your stomach. For when you gotta clench your cheeks and walk with your knees locked because if you get too casual, something might peek out. For example (only difference is that your finish line is the toilet):

You've reached the point where all inhibitions have been thrown out the window. You no longer care that everybody in your path knows exactly why you're power walking straight for the men's room. You don't care that the restroom is located directly next to the building's main entrance where at least a dozen people are congregating. You don't even care that there is no demilitarized zone between the restroom and the lobby to act as a sound and smell barrier.

You wobble in there with furious urgency, bust through the stall door, anxiously fumble with the lock, turn to the porcelain throne, disregard the brownie tracks caked on the bottom of the bowl, clench tighter and tighter as the excitement almost caused you to prematurely spill the soup, lay down the toilet liner, drop trough and unleash the rage of a thousand Bruce Banners.

Sweet relief! Now you’re sitting there with a satisfied smile from ear to ear and you remember that all those people out in the lobby must have overheard your butt tantrum. Crap!

My best advice for finding acceptable campus restrooms is to think about average daily traffic. I worked at the main library, which had 5 floors, 1-4 and the basement. Periodicals and “odd” books were located on the basement. So naturally, less people would go to the basement. And even better, the men’s room on the basement was nicely tucked away in the corner. I used this as my sole expulsion point during my tenure at the library. Another good spot was in the Social Sciences faculty building. Each floor of the building was a different department (Sociology, Economics, Linguistics, etc.) and each floor had a men’s and a women’s room. The Sociology department was mostly made up of female professors, so it followed that the men’s room went mostly untouched. Jackpot! These two spots hosted numerous relaxed and uninterrupted loaf pinching sessions. Oh happy day!

I hope you all can find or have already found a safe go-to restroom for those times when you can’t make the trip home. Also remember that there is no shame in using public restrooms. Who cares if everybody knows what you’re doing, they poop, too! As long as you make it to the toilet before the emancipation of Mr. Brown, you win!

Welcome to Poop Blog!

Welcome to my Poop Blog! I've always found gastronomic activity to be the most interesting, entertaining and downright enjoyable bodily function. I know there are plenty of people who agree. Hopefully those who do will find this blog. There have been so many times that my farts or poops have been so gross, humongous, unusual or funny that I had to tell somebody, but there wasn't always somebody to tell. This will be my outlet.

I've got plenty stories to share, but for now I just want to say, "Welcome!" And I hope you stick around for the fun. Here is the best knock-knock joke I've ever heard, it still cracks me up every time (from millionface.com):