Speaking of poop...here's the whole reason I'm posting. It's like an Easter Egg I heard about and wanted to share...only instead of a surprising secret content it's just weird . Here:
I ask all the difficult questions. I'm like Jerry Mathers or Walt Whitman or Cyrano De Bergerac. I don't know...I couldn't think of anyone who asks difficult questions. You make something up. I need a nap.
UPDATE: Kurt went home sick with a case of super herpes that he contracted yesterday when he tripped and fell penis-first into Miss Yvonne's mom, aka "The Toolbox". But he asked me, Steam Me Up Kid, to update this post after I informed him that The Bloggess posted the exact same thing today. Kurt, it appears, puts the i in plagiarism. When you plagiarize, Kurt, you make a liar out of Gia and pez. (Gia as in top model from the 80's, later dead from too much lesbo action with Juliet from Lost and maybe some drugs like pot and the other stuff you bake in foil and take in a shot. Pez as in the candy. Yes, I used all the letters in plagiarism. I know, it worked out beautifully. It's my best work yet, I think.)
But in all fairness, he thought it up first.
Also, I stole that toolbox joke from Miss Yvonne. (When I stole, I made an ole! out of s and t. *Spanish flamenco clap*)