The problem with the concept is shit is not typically all that funny. The way we react to it is hilarious, tho. After all, shit is the worst thing you can possibly be and, for some reason, the worst of that is whale shit. Conversely, whales regard the lowest kind as Japanese shit. Most whales and porpoises really don't like Japanese very much but they said they might be willing to reconsider if they were allowed to eat some Japanese every once in a while in exchange.
And the shithouse ... man ... that's the worst horror of Biblical corruption imaginable.
But ...
We emerge from that same shithouse and, assuming we have been consuming an appropriate measure of fibrous foodstuffs, we have completed our mission with little difficulty and great effectiveness. We emerge ready to go outside and start running hurdle races. We feel good!
If this were in keeping with anything else we do, on encountering friends perhaps we would say, "Man, I just took a really outstanding shit and I feel like Tony the fuckin' Tiger!"
So, yah, try that and see what happens.
That doesn't make any sense so we'll just chuck into the category of, well, weird shit.
Also in the category of weird shit, we have the notion of marital sex, as in does it really exist. Married couples don't talk about it and give the impression they don't ever have sex. If you ask them about it they will either get flustered and angry or they will get a beatific smile to tell you, oh yes, we have sex all the time and we have orgasms every time, both of us. Sometimes many times in the same day ... and we're eighty-five.
(Ed: everybody lies about sex. I think I knew that already.)
Sure they do but married people have zero restrictions of any kind. Just like taking a great shit, they should be able to say, "Hey, we're married and we just boned the way you do after ten years of marriage and getting really good at it. That was some outstanding fucking."
But no-one does.
Humans remain most inexplicable.
And the shithouse ... man ... that's the worst horror of Biblical corruption imaginable.
But ...
We emerge from that same shithouse and, assuming we have been consuming an appropriate measure of fibrous foodstuffs, we have completed our mission with little difficulty and great effectiveness. We emerge ready to go outside and start running hurdle races. We feel good!
If this were in keeping with anything else we do, on encountering friends perhaps we would say, "Man, I just took a really outstanding shit and I feel like Tony the fuckin' Tiger!"
So, yah, try that and see what happens.
That doesn't make any sense so we'll just chuck into the category of, well, weird shit.
Also in the category of weird shit, we have the notion of marital sex, as in does it really exist. Married couples don't talk about it and give the impression they don't ever have sex. If you ask them about it they will either get flustered and angry or they will get a beatific smile to tell you, oh yes, we have sex all the time and we have orgasms every time, both of us. Sometimes many times in the same day ... and we're eighty-five.
(Ed: everybody lies about sex. I think I knew that already.)
Sure they do but married people have zero restrictions of any kind. Just like taking a great shit, they should be able to say, "Hey, we're married and we just boned the way you do after ten years of marriage and getting really good at it. That was some outstanding fucking."
But no-one does.
Humans remain most inexplicable.
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