Wednesday, May 3, 2017

America's Fabulously Flippant Fecal Fetish

Don't mention a bidet in America because that has something to do with poo, doesn't it.  I know it does and don't bring your poo obsession around me.  It's disgusting.

Mostly this applies to the American obsession with unhealthy toileting facilities, something the Squatty Potty resolves in a most amusing way and to the apparent enthusiasm of a tremendous number of buyers.


Squatty Potty gave us one of America's best commercials since the Rockhouse cries with laughter at the way some cringe at the idea.

Oh, God, he's talking about poo and, horrors, he acts like it's ice cream.  I think I'm going to be sick.





The Squatty Potty concept is simple in asking whether you would like to do required things more easily and you don't have to be as constipated as a Republican to benefit from one.

The Silas isn't typically afflicted by constipation since I eat little meat but I do use a simple contrivance to elevate my legs to simulate a squat just as comes with the Squatty Potty.  I was surprised to discover it really does make a difference and why not make it easier when everyone on the planet needs to do the same thing every 1-3 days.

New Zealand is the latest place hooting about this ridiculous and unhealthy matter.  (NZ:  Why you, too, should squat to poo)

Ed:  what is your simple contrivance?

The box for spare toilet paper

Ed:  aren't you the cheap ass!

Well, figuratively speaking, yes.  I wasn't going to pony up $30-$50 for something when I don't even know if really does anything.


Besides, this is what killed Elvis.


King of Poo? Music legend Elvis Presley died after suffering a heart attack while sitting straining on the toilet.

Before you start hurling anything at me, it was those twisted Kiwis who came up with that idea.


It does lead to the latest research question, tho.  How many Americans die while taking a poo.  Inquiring minds need to know.

Ed:  mine doesn't!

Neither does mine but you see someone in NZ thought it was important.

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