related to pooping: I thought I'd let you know that the DNA has some damn fine bathrooms, you should really say more about them on the site, it could be an advertising angle. If I was going to poop anywhere related to you, it'd be there.
It's meant to be in the sense of "hell-fucking-yeah!" In other words, expressing my love for the font whilst making it clear that I'm aware that it's silly.
And I would go And I would go everyday almost to the sandbox And 'cause I loved the sandbox so much And 'cause I had my pail and my shovel And and my shovel
And I would play in the sandbox And it would be so fun And I would make mountains in the sand And I would have so much fun
And and but one day I went to the sandbox And it was so sad And I cried and I cried because Someone took a doody in my sandbox Someone took a doody in my sandbox
And that was so bad And that was so disgusting And how could they do that And and that was so bad
And and and I didn't see it And and I sat right down in it And it felt squishy and I got up And I cried and I cried and I cried
And why didn't they clean up after themselves Why didn't they clean up the mess
And now my pants are dirty And I'm crying and I'm crying and I'm crying And I'm never going to the sandbox again I'm never going to the sandbox again And I hate everybody
And an excellent source of poop is DNA, apparently. So at least there is symmetry. . . . . Oh I guess it was at your residence. Shit. Had to go and ruin a fine joke.
Did anyone in your building get robbed? Sadly, the classic paper on thesubject, The Scatological Rites of Burglars, is not fully online. Mexicanthieves are somewhat notorious for taking a dump in the places they rob.Possibly relatedly, a search for "el caganer" is entertaining:
At your service.
http://tongodeon.livejournal.com/665744.html
Sounds like a title to a "They Might Be Giants" song.
related to pooping: I thought I'd let you know that the DNA has some damn fine bathrooms, you should really say more about them on the site, it could be an advertising angle. If I was going to poop anywhere related to you, it'd be there.
Hel-fucking-vetica: is that because you love Helvetica, or you hate it? Or both?
It's meant to be in the sense of "hell-fucking-yeah!" In other words, expressing my love for the font whilst making it clear that I'm aware that it's silly.
If it was me, I'd still be in there finishing up the crossword puzzle.
another tale of misplaced excrement. certified true.
That broke my LIFE.
That story has improved my life significantly, thank you.
We can neither confirm nor deny out involvement at this time.
it was eric
The Sandbox
by John S. Hall, King Missile
And I would go
And I would go everyday almost to the sandbox
And 'cause I loved the sandbox so much
And 'cause I had my pail and my shovel
And and my shovel
And I would play in the sandbox
And it would be so fun
And I would make mountains in the sand
And I would have so much fun
And and but one day I went to the sandbox
And it was so sad
And I cried and I cried because
Someone took a doody in my sandbox
Someone took a doody in my sandbox
And that was so bad
And that was so disgusting
And how could they do that
And and that was so bad
And and and I didn't see it
And and I sat right down in it
And it felt squishy and I got up
And I cried and I cried and I cried
And why didn't they clean up after themselves
Why didn't they clean up the mess
And now my pants are dirty
And I'm crying and I'm crying and I'm crying
And I'm never going to the sandbox again
I'm never going to the sandbox again
And I hate everybody
hells yeah i love that song but had forgotten all about it! king missile is the greatest.
ali g dealt with this problem once on his show. he exposed an evangelist preacher as a lighthouse-layin' no-flusher.
AND I HATE EVERYBODY!
Buncha savages in (that) town.
Did it smell like lilies after a fresh spring rain? Then it might have been me.
Mine smell like fresh baked muffins.
cfsDude - If someone pooped in my "elevator" and I was so inclined to post to dar interwebz, I'd at least mark my entry "private".
Well, after 40 hours, I guess I'd poop in the elevator, too.
I hope he was on the clock that whole time.
That was your elevator?
It was that guy who befouled the corner of your bedroom that time.
Who WAS that?
Also, I'm voting that it was a dog.
Luckily poo is an excellent source of DNA.
And an excellent source of poop is DNA, apparently. So at least there is symmetry.
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Oh I guess it was at your residence. Shit. Had to go and ruin a fine joke.
Wasn't me; I post all my bowel movements to twitter.
You're a twitter shitter!
Golden toilet?
Oh no! My Tuba!!
I love that joke!!
I'm guessing it was one of my upstairs neighbors. Clearly, they have moved into your building. Enjoy!
Well, I'm not missing any poop, so I'm gonna have to say "no."
Where was RMS at the time?
Why, home shining his GNU/Turd, of course.
GnuPoo
eew.
You're alive to complain about it, so it wasn't mine.
Did anyone in your building get robbed? Sadly, the classic paper on thesubject, The Scatological Rites of Burglars, is not fully online. Mexicanthieves are somewhat notorious for taking a dump in the places they rob.Possibly relatedly, a search for "el caganer" is entertaining:
Did it have that human cable / curl?
It could have been an oatmeal cream pie:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wvc34BN-0C8