Let's talk about scat. That's right, scat. No, I'm not shooing my cats, and I don't mean Ella Fitzgerald, either. I'm talking Poo. Not Winnie. Feces. Stool. Doo doo. Number 2. You get the idea? All I want to know is why? I mean, everyone enjoys the satisfaction of taking a dump. That feeling of relief. And for women, the idea that you just dropped a pound and can now eat that Ho Ho is always a plus. Everyone loves sharing eachother's happiness, but this is going a bit too far. I'm happy that you're happy. Really. You don't have to take a crap on me to prove it.

What do these people do during the day? It makes you think twice before shaking someone's hand. And what do they eat for lunch? Brown bagging it brings on a whole new meaning. At least no one will snag their meal. I'd rip out a kidney before going over to one of their dinners. There is no physical sexual stimuli involved here. These numbskulls are just warped. They're also the driving force behind the left wing's "moralistic" witch hunt to shut down porn. Beastiality, scat and childporn, oh my! The new Wiz. And speaking of wizzing... No no... another time.