porkjerky plogKarmic Poo
Where’s Bruce Willis when you need him?
Is my dead grandmother directing me somewhere? Is Carol Ann warning me of something? Does Patrick Swayze want me to get in contact with Whoopi Goldberg? Or is it just some some bored poltergeist fucking with me?
We may never know.
About a week and a half ago I crapped an arrow. Obviously, it was a message. Of what, I don’t know. That’s why I turned to the internet and found some experts on the subject to consult with about it.
Of the dozen or so psychics I contacted asking for some information for a poop reading, only one responded. Unfortunately while she was very adept at reading me, she was unable to give me any insight to my arrow shaped poop and what it meant.
While Kris Cahill, blogger, psychic and finger painter extraordinaire didn’t give me the reading I wanted, she did he the nail on the head:
I’d love to give you a real reading sometime, if you actually wanted it. What I can see from this photo is what an idiot you are.
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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