Thursday, February 2, 2017

Descriptions of Poop as Art

If the title seems sketchy to you, buyer beware.  You have been warned.

I live with boys.  All boys.  I am the only female, and oftentimes, it's like a frat house here.  Or so I imagine.  But really, I have no idea, I'm sure.

From the poetic child:  "It came out smooth as silk."

From the comedic child:  "It was like poop that wanted to be diarrhea, but wasn't diarrhea, so it bought a diarrhea costume."

From the show-off child:  "You guys, come see this monster turd!"

I'm not the only one who lives in a house full of boys talking about poop, right?

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