Operation Shitty Garden

Most of you astute observers have instantly recognized the poop in this picture as one I initially crapped out 2 days ago; albeit a little less fresh. Now, I’m not trying to short change all you poop aficionados a picture, but operation ‘Shitty Garden’ is in effect.

Peas In My Poop

Get fucking ready to fucking have your fucking mind fucking blown.

Ready?

Too fucking bad.

Two days ago I planted some pea in my poop. Homophonically, that’s pure fucking genius. ‘Pea in my poop’ that’s the lowest high brow humor you will ever find. And vice versa.

Now, I’m kind of playing this by ear because The Farmer’s Almanac was of little help. Amazingly, no where in it could I find tips about planting crops on a turd in your toilet. And I didn’t get much help from the so called ‘experts’ to whom I mailed my request for toilet gardening help.

I’ll keep you posted, for now I have to run and weed my garden, put up a scare crow and research how to get some of those sweet government farm subsidies.

No one gives a fourth of a cum covered turd what you think, but please don't let that stop you from spreading your insightful wit to the world by commenting below. Or fuck, you're such a pussy-eating faggot you're probably interested in the rss feed of this shitty site. Oy vey.

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I'm not saying Being An Asshole doesn't have its place as a negotiation technique. My point's that Appeals For Empathy, Finding Common Ground and Exchanging Goodwill are hard to pull off when preceded by calling the other party a retarded cocksucking dumbfuck and promising to "rape the shit out of their ugly face".