Kevin's Watch

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 10:29 am**

This thread belongs in the dumpster

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 12:33 pm**

Don't flush us away!

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 1:15 pm**

Vain wrote:This thread belongs in the dumpster

Who pooped in your Wheaties this morning?

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 2:22 pm**

i am afraid this thread will shitthe bed...

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 2:23 pm**

That was a shitty attempt, Sarge.

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 2:49 pm**

Poo

Yeah, I couldn't be bothered with anything clever. Decided to just get to the point.

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 3:24 pm**

Winnie-the-...?

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 3:44 pm**

Everybody's heard about the turd
Turd, turd, turd, turd is the the word

etcetera, excretia

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 4:01 pm**

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 9:31 pm**

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 10:07 pm**

A young man, troubled by the conflicts he saw around him, went to many people seeking a way to resolve the discords that troubled him, but to no avail.

One night in a coffee house, a self ordained Zen minister said to him, "Go to the dilapidated mansion at this address. Do not speak to those who live there, you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night, Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner. Face the corner and meditate.

He did as the zen master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried if the rest of the plumbing would fall and join the pipes and trash he was sitting on. He worried how he would know when the moon rose the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.

His worrying and meditation were interrupted when, as if in a test of his faith, a large amount of bodily wastes fell from the second floor onto him. But he remained in his position.

Some time later, not long before moonrise on the second night, two people walked into the room.

"Who is the man sitting there in the corner?"

"Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a shithead."

Hearing this, the young man was enlightened.

- From Zen Without Zen Masters by Camden Benares.

--A

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 4:59 am**

Cail, Cail, Cail..... saying: "I would let her poo on me." and " number one in my heart and number two on my chest" gives way to a lot more than your backpedalling of sneaking an accident out the cheeks while being tickled. You already said you would willingly let her defecate on you. No backing out of that now.

You made your poobed now lie in it...

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 1:08 pm**

I still don't get the "gym = bowel movement" part of this thread though.
I suppose that's a good thing.

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 1:18 pm**

This thread had such great potential when it first started, but not it's just gone down the toilet.

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 1:31 pm**

To paraphrase the current Dos Equis commercial....

"I don't always like to be pooed on, but when I do, I prefer Shania".

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 4:07 pm**

High Lord Tolkien wrote:I still don't get the "gym = bowel movement" part of this thread though.
I suppose that's a good thing.

it seems that jenn stool the thread?

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 4:11 pm**

sgt.null wrote:
High Lord Tolkien wrote:I still don't get the "gym = bowel movement" part of this thread though.
I suppose that's a good thing.

it seems that jenn stool the thread?

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 10:49 pm**

I was just trying to assertain the true depth of Cail's fecal fantasies.

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2008 12:22 am**

it's time to feces the facts then!

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2008 1:53 am**

Cail wrote:

To paraphrase the current Dos Equis commercial....

"I don't always like to be pooed on, but when I do, I prefer Shania".

Well, you know the saying...some people can't tell sh!t from Shania...

Kevin's Watch

Time to hit the gym fellas!