You Know What I Just Realized...

...since we are all acknowledging our own bowel movements, there is another thing to point out too: women poop. The reason to bring it up is that it is supposedly an urban legend that women do anything of the sort. But, it’s true gentlemen, and animals…we do indeed, poop. Even the hot ones. You think that the hottie at the bar just goes home, passes out, and wakes up with a big smile after having those 10 tequila shots? Nope. She has a huge margarita dump in the morning and laughs about it…but by herself. Not many conversations between girls last very long about poop because the “ew”s start to catch on after a few seconds. I guess a visit to a female doctor would count, but it’s not like that happens often enough to say it’s part of everyday gossip. There have been literary breakthroughs like the popular children’s novel, Everyone Poops by Tarō Gomi, to teach kids at an early age but somehow it has been forgotten. I don’t think I’ve met one boy that hasn’t talked about his own poop, or even interrupted a conversation just to poop. As long as we can all start to admit it, the sooner the smell in the bathroom can be blamed on someone else besides the only boy present.

Although, I will miss the pointing and the “ew”s so maybe it can be a slow, gradual change…




Steve Carell knows.