That's the name of my latest work of art, whose existence on this material plane was, sadly, fleeting. I didn't even take a picture, but you'll actually be glad.
You see, I just made the coolest poop ever.
When I finished my business, I turned around to flush. I looked down in utter astonishment to see two foot-long turds, coiled around each other and spaced about 3" apart, one full rotation of a perfect, glorious double-helix.
Watson and Crick would be proud. Should I start claiming that my rectum has x-ray powers?
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You really don't have anything better to post than this?
What happened to your queue?
Remember how you pushed that other post down? Well, I think that even without a photo incentive this post it needs a really big push... imho...
Reminds me of the little kid who says, "Look what I did!" This comes under the heading of Too Much Information.
Lemming: If Cat says it's too much information, I think you should take the hint.
Mason - "CatDancing" isn't Cat. In fact, that's almost as far off a guess as possible. (Not that it's a bad guess, just that it's very wrong.)
CatDancing is my mom.
Lemming: I think I just proved how truly awesome I am.
I know there's this joke involving "Cat = Your Mom" hidden in the last few comments, just not sure which one to find.
M & Z - It scares me to ponder that one.
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