Todo sobre mi poopy.

Sometimes after I poop, I look down in the bowl at the big ol' poop log and think, "wow, that sure is a big ol' poop log. I think if I stuck something of that approximate length and diameter into my delicate little butt pucker, it would hurt like a son-of-a-gun, certainly a lot more than it did coming out." And then I wonder why that is. Is the anal starfish like a diode that allows one-way travel freely but resists mightily against reverse invasion? Or are my backdoor havanas like that expanding insulating foam, starting out as pencil-sized logs and expanding tremendously when reaching air? And then I think "Wow, I really over-think my poop."

Should the next Iraqi leader be named "Gomorrah"?

Say what you want to about him, but that fucker could break-dance.