My Daughter The Terrorist
A technique favored by the worst kind of terrorists is to set of a bomb in an area crowded with civilians. After the blast, rescue personal arrive on the scene to help the dying and wounded, and then these soulless people set off a second bomb to inflict casualties on the rescuers. Ally has studied and mastered their techniques. This evening a poop bomb went off upstairs. I moved in to apply aid, not too quickly because I knew there might be a second blast. There was and it horrible. I fought through the smell to give aid. My techniques were improving. I quickly changed the girl and stabilized the situation. Then, a third blast. Thankfully, the damage was contained, but this girl is becoming more sophisticated and dangerous. Multiple blasts carrying greater force. After the unfortunate cat enema after-blast, I'm becoming an expert in poopoterrorism. Constant vigilance is my motto.

4 Comments:
Wow, multiple blasts, who knew?
I found your blog through another blog. I've saved your blog in my internet favorites as "Poopblog." You're the only blogger out there who dedicates so much time to crap...literally, crap.
This is either the best comment I've ever received or an all time new low. In either case, you may be happier at: http://myblogispoop.blogspot.com/
If that was the best comment you've received, then you need to distribute your blog to a wider (and funnier) audience. In any event, I checked back today for more poop action on the Poopblog. Nothing. The Poopblog appears to be constipated.
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