Mobius Shit

I think I crapped an M.C. Escher. What a paradoxical poop. There’s no end and no beginning. How did that shit come out my butt and end up like that? There’s no rational explanation. Its like 2 hands drawing another. Except with poop instead of hands. Or the physically impossible waterfall. Except with turds instead […]

Please stop judging me so harshly for being an incompassionate asshole. Put yourself in my shoes--how would you like it if you couldn't empathize?