Years and years and years and years ago, I wrote a novel about a backpacking trip I took to Europe. Yes, I know. Cliched. One of the things that I introduced, in the spirit of Rabelais, was a catalog of the various types of excretia you may experience in your life. This was a hit with friends of mine.
In that vein, I present to you a scientific version of same. (I include the Amazon graphic instead of a regular one because the fact that it's an open bowl image with a "Search Inside!" arrow is doubly hilarious.)
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I bet this is the most-requested book at senior centers all across the country. (And, no, I didn't look inside.)
Belated thanks for the link to my blog. I discovered it through Technorati. I don't care what my poo is telling me, because I don't take any crap from my crap.
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