It's not Playdough!
March 13, 2003 6:01 PM Subscribe
The funniest Thing I have seen on the net in a long time. Is it real? Does anyone here have the sense of humor, and adventure, to actually order one? I know I am going to stock up for April 1st.
Holy crap!
posted by drinkcoffee at 6:16 PM on March 13, 2003
posted by drinkcoffee at 6:16 PM on March 13, 2003
drinkcoffee, I missed the cross-shaped one. ;-)
posted by ArsncHeart at 6:25 PM on March 13, 2003
posted by ArsncHeart at 6:25 PM on March 13, 2003
Looks like Playdoh molds, amateur work.
If you wish to enlighten yourself on the true masters of the art, here's a quick travel guide:
Agee's BP Gas Station on Highway 43 in Alabama: Once you enter this bathroom your senses will be overwhelmed from a stench that could be only described as a potpourri of poop. After you've inhaled and become intoxicated, note through your teary eyes the delicate shit spirograph patterns the artiste has left on the toilet seat, walls, ceiling, Agee's dog, and door. Did he or she install a garden hose nozzle in his ass to achieve this effect? Who am I to question.
Rest Stop on I85, border of Tennessee/Georgia: Lavender Mist? "Jackson Pollock's Lavatory Piss" is what I call it. To this very day I have no idea what this person ate to get his bodily fluids into such a kaleidoscope of colors. Truly a diarrhea of creative genius. Like Pollock who had a fondness of leaving cigarette ashes and footprints in his work, if you examine closely on the seat you'll see the slight imprint of a size 10 boot. What was this man doing standing on the damn toilet bowl? I often ask myself these questions as I'm vomiting in the next stall.
University of Georgia Frat House: Now this takes years of cultivation, a true 'community' project not unlike the construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza. Mixed media assemblage, mostly using cum and dried Natural Light as a primary adhesive.
Don't forget that guy who shit in a can and put it in a museum. It's ART, you damn philistines.
posted by Stan Chin at 6:26 PM on March 13, 2003
If you wish to enlighten yourself on the true masters of the art, here's a quick travel guide:
Agee's BP Gas Station on Highway 43 in Alabama: Once you enter this bathroom your senses will be overwhelmed from a stench that could be only described as a potpourri of poop. After you've inhaled and become intoxicated, note through your teary eyes the delicate shit spirograph patterns the artiste has left on the toilet seat, walls, ceiling, Agee's dog, and door. Did he or she install a garden hose nozzle in his ass to achieve this effect? Who am I to question.
Rest Stop on I85, border of Tennessee/Georgia: Lavender Mist? "Jackson Pollock's Lavatory Piss" is what I call it. To this very day I have no idea what this person ate to get his bodily fluids into such a kaleidoscope of colors. Truly a diarrhea of creative genius. Like Pollock who had a fondness of leaving cigarette ashes and footprints in his work, if you examine closely on the seat you'll see the slight imprint of a size 10 boot. What was this man doing standing on the damn toilet bowl? I often ask myself these questions as I'm vomiting in the next stall.
University of Georgia Frat House: Now this takes years of cultivation, a true 'community' project not unlike the construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza. Mixed media assemblage, mostly using cum and dried Natural Light as a primary adhesive.
Don't forget that guy who shit in a can and put it in a museum. It's ART, you damn philistines.
posted by Stan Chin at 6:26 PM on March 13, 2003
As seen on the Graham Norton Show, apparently.
*Blink* *Blink*
Nope, try as I might, I am totally unsurprised.
posted by PinkStainlessTail at 6:44 PM on March 13, 2003
*Blink* *Blink*
Nope, try as I might, I am totally unsurprised.
posted by PinkStainlessTail at 6:44 PM on March 13, 2003
Stan, you have convinced me to never again travel south of the Mason/Dixon line! OMG!
posted by billsaysthis at 8:05 PM on March 13, 2003
posted by billsaysthis at 8:05 PM on March 13, 2003
This is the sort of quality post I have come to expect from mefi. Bravo! There is something here, quite basic. How many out there at some point in the mists of a barely remembered past smeared feces all over their crib. Perhaps an almost primal artistic act. The first.
Perhaps it was just me.
One last question:
If I asked you if you knew what feces tasted like, would you know (even a vague sort of recollection)? If so, how...?
posted by randomnfactor at 10:51 PM on March 13, 2003
Perhaps it was just me.
One last question:
If I asked you if you knew what feces tasted like, would you know (even a vague sort of recollection)? If so, how...?
posted by randomnfactor at 10:51 PM on March 13, 2003
Now this is THE definition of "Craptastic".
I think I have seen it all now...
posted by SweetIceT at 11:55 PM on March 13, 2003
I think I have seen it all now...
posted by SweetIceT at 11:55 PM on March 13, 2003
Stan, I don't know if that was extemporaneous or quoted, but it was brilliant.
posted by stavrosthewonderchicken at 11:55 PM on March 13, 2003
posted by stavrosthewonderchicken at 11:55 PM on March 13, 2003
Don't forget that guy who shit in a can and put it in a museum. It's ART, you damn philistines.
Swear to God, I have an alibi. I was... uh, what day was that exactly?
If I asked you if you knew what feces tasted like, would you know (even a vague sort of recollection)? If so, how...?
True story: My cousin and I were on an expedition to a house full of hippies in Nelson, B.C., so he could sell them some used VW parts. At one point, one of the housemates came home with a vial of some green fluid (that looked a helluva lot like hash oil) and proceeded to smear it on his teeth, and this one girl's, explaining that it was some sort of herbal never-need-to-brush-your-teeth-again elixir. Quoth the girl, "This tastes like puppy shit."
Think on that for a second. Not just "shit", not "dog shit", but puppy shit. That, my friends, is a connaiseur.
posted by arto at 1:00 AM on March 14, 2003
Swear to God, I have an alibi. I was... uh, what day was that exactly?
If I asked you if you knew what feces tasted like, would you know (even a vague sort of recollection)? If so, how...?
True story: My cousin and I were on an expedition to a house full of hippies in Nelson, B.C., so he could sell them some used VW parts. At one point, one of the housemates came home with a vial of some green fluid (that looked a helluva lot like hash oil) and proceeded to smear it on his teeth, and this one girl's, explaining that it was some sort of herbal never-need-to-brush-your-teeth-again elixir. Quoth the girl, "This tastes like puppy shit."
Think on that for a second. Not just "shit", not "dog shit", but puppy shit. That, my friends, is a connaiseur.
posted by arto at 1:00 AM on March 14, 2003
"Dishwasher safe" - that's nice to know. If I had to clean out my Turd Twisters with my toothbrush every time I used them, I don't think I'd bother.
posted by chrid at 2:11 AM on March 14, 2003
posted by chrid at 2:11 AM on March 14, 2003
Wow, the fun. It will take some experimentation to achieve the perfect shit-consistency Moon. A little tip - green tortilla chips make green poop. Perfect for St. Patrick's day!
posted by rotifer at 12:26 PM on March 14, 2003
posted by rotifer at 12:26 PM on March 14, 2003
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