Poopus Maximus

This poo defies logic. It knows no bounds. It isn’t governed by the same laws of reason as we are. You can’t stop or control it; you can only hope to contain it. And my toilet just barely does. Using an officially sanctioned commode, I don’t think its physically possible to make a straight shit […]

In some cultures a boy isn't a man until he decapitates and abdomen-rapes his first hooker. Think about that, and decide for yourself if our society is really that advanced.