I'm not feeling terribly creative this evening, but I promised Poop and Sex "tomorrow" and here it is several days later. Time goes by so fast when you're a weekend wife and too busy to take a pee break or lunch at work!
Back to poop and sex. Flik's boyfriend (John aka Juan) believes that everything in life comes back to poop and sex. Just think about it. I think Juan may be right.
The other day I was talking with coworkers at lunch about the worst jobs EVER. This subject also happened to coincide with a TV show one of my coworkers had seen and a radio program that I listened to the same day. Out of all the jobs my coworkers saw on the TV program, she thought that the worst job EVER had to do with horse breeding. Apparently this TV show (I can't remember the name) went into great detail, in video, showing a stud being....shall we say.....manually manipulated for a "donation" to artifically inseminate a mare. She was embarrassed, shocked and appalled at the efforts required to accomplish this task and at the video she saw. She said she felt sorry for the horse. I doubt that the horse cared much that he was caught on video in an intimate moment. If I only knew how to type happy horsey sounds...
The worst job I could think of comes from India (I think). I remember seeing a show quite some time ago, also about the worst jobs EVER. From what I recall, there is a caste system in this country. The people lowest in the system were responsible for cleaning up people poop. Not just any people poop. Poop that had fallen. Poop that came straight out of the ass and fell onto the ground. From great heights. Here's the deal: people higher up in the caste system sit on top of this wall, hang their booty over the edge and poop like 30 feet over the edge onto the ground below. The unlucky second class citizens were responsible for maintaining the poop on the ground all day long. Reportedly cleaning this poop up constantly day in and day out causes great illness, so there really are no retirees from this occupation. THE. WORST. EVER.
Blog for "tomorrow": Poopy Sex. Just kidding, Juan!
3 comments:
I agree, everything goes back to poop and sex, although not necessarily the combination of them together.
That India thing is sick, ain't it?
John or as you Juan is NOT MY BOYFRIEND. He's my MBF or just my John. Lord woman...your so getting kicked out of the house.
Flik. Flik. Flik. If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck and poops like a duck (however that may be). It's a duck. MBF is inaccurate and insufficient and frankly, if I were your male lover who is committed to you and puts up w/all your BS, I'd be expecting to be called your boyfriend. Crazy girl! Way to TELL Juan that he's not your boyfriend without even discussing it with him. How do you think HE feels about the situation? I wonder if HE thinks of you as his girlfriend. Hmmmmm.....this should really be discussed. I need to have your relationship defined now. Really. I know you're on the phone with him as you're reading this anyway. Don't worry, I'll pack my bags tonight. LOVE YA!!!! ~Scoob
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