Poop

And speaking of poop... For as long as I can remember, I've always felt that defecation and flatulence are amusing phenomena. But it wasn't until yesterday that I figured out why. While I was pooping, I imagined a kingly white male, whose arrogance is expressed in the pronounced wrinkles one acquires from smirking at those "beneath" him. I imagined this man, who fancies himself a master of women, a conquerer of men, and a crusader against all that he deems inappropriate, squatting over a bowl, with his pants in a bunch around his ankles, grunting and breathing heavily as a log of excrement, complete with undigested corn, plops into the unfortunate waters below him. Now that's fuckin' funny.