Archive for January, 2005
January 13, 2005 at 6:12 am · Filed under Rigamarole
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Paperdolls and Raving
Paperdoll Contest
It seems that my paperdoll is getting a lot of people’s creative juices flowing, so here is a proposition to you awesome creative people: the top 3 will be featured on my site, and then there will be a 24 hour period for people to vote/comment. [According to sitemeter I average around 300+ visitors a day, so for some of you that might be some good advertisement for your site!] Whoever wins will receive additional featurage on the paperdoll site itself, and a free e-mail forwarder: YOU@MADPIMP.COM or a gmail account.
Rules: There are no rules. Use other pictures. Photoshop it. As long as it’s still the paperdoll. Straight hood, baby, just the way I like it.
My disclaimer ahead of time: Any inappropriate/insulting/offensive stuff will be allowed, however ALL pictures posted up are fully the work of the artists featured. I hold no responsibility for any edited photos or pictures that are posted on my site that have to do with this contest. Take it up with the artist if you got beef.
Link the picture in your comments or e-mail me your submissions @ madpimp@gmail.com
What happened to raving?
Funny story, during the years when raving was still popular and the word candy didn’t really mean candy, and dropping something didn’t mean that you had to pick it up, I found this picture of myself and had a good chuckle.
What is “Raving” anyways? Urban Dictionary says: An organized underground party involving music and dancing. Raves typically involve one or more DJs playing electronic dance music such as techno, trance, breakbeat, jungle, and ambient.
I didn’t start going to raves until they were already dying. When people talked of the glory days. When people complained about the lameness of the parties and that PLUR [peace love unity respect] was a thing of the past.
I started tagging along with friends to raves when I first started college. Like many asian families, my parents never let me go out at night later than perhaps 10 or 11 pm… And even then, I had to have a solid alibi of where I was — “raving” or even “sleeping over at a friends” would not be enough.
For my first year of college, I was swept into a world of beautiful lightshows, new things, glowsticking, dancing [tutting mostly] and people who seemed too nice to be true.
Then it became a little old… but all my friends still went, so I tagged along. Soon, for me, it felt like it was the same thing over and over. This was for two reasons:
1. I rarely did any drugs or alcohol at these raves so there was very little intoxicated fun
2. I didn’t feel like I could dance anymore because I received some criticism about the motives behind my learning to dance.
3. I was at odds with the people I went with
The raving scene is dead, for me, but I’ve learned it’s not completely because of how good the party is, or how great the venue is, or how many people are there. Raves are good if you like the people you’re with, you enjoy the music, and you can dance in any way you want without feeling self conscious.
Just once more, I’d like to go to a rave (or rave party.. Spundae anyone?) and:
1. Get REALLY fucked up
2. Dance my booty off
3. Be with people I can be myself with
Any takers?
Love,
Kim
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January 13, 2005 at 6:00 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Paperdoll Contest
It seems that my paperdoll is getting a lot of people’s creative juices flowing, so here is a proposition to you awesome creative people: the top 3 will be featured on my site, and then there will be a 24 hour period for people to vote/comment. [According to sitemeter I average around 300+ visitors a day, so for some of you that might be some good advertisement for your site!] Whoever wins will receive additional featurage on the paperdoll site itself, and a free e-mail forwarder: YOU@MADPIMP.COM. Rules: There are no rules. Straight hood, baby, just the way I like it. My disclaimer ahead of time: Any inappropriate/insulting/offensive stuff will be allowed, however ALL pictures posted up are fully the work of the artists featured. I hold no responsibility for any edited photos or pictures that are posted on my site that have to do with this contest. Take it up with the artist if you got beef.
What happened to raving?
Funny story, during the years when raving was still popular and the word candy didn’t really mean candy, and dropping something didn’t mean that you had to pick it up, I found this picture of myself and had a good chuckle. What is “Raving” anyways?
Urban Dictionary says: An organized underground party involving music and dancing. Raves typically involve one or more DJs playing electronic dance music such as techno, trance, breakbeat, jungle, and ambient.
I didn’t start going to raves until they were already dying. When people talked of the glory days. When people complained about the lameness of the parties and that PLUR [peace love unity respect] was a thing of the past.
I started tagging along with friends to raves when I first started college. Like many asian families, my parents never let me go out at night later than perhaps 10 or 11 pm… And even then, I had to have a solid alibi of where I was — “raving” or even “sleeping over at a friends” would not be enough.
For my first year of college, I was swept into a world of beautiful lightshows, new things, glowsticking, dancing [tutting mostly] and people who seemed too nic to be true. Then it became a little old… but all my friends still went, so I tagged along. Soon, for me, it felt like it was the same thing over and over.
This was for three reasons:
1. I rarely did any drugs or alcohol at these raves so there was very little intoxicated fun
2. I didn’t feel like I could dance anymore because I received some criticism about the motives behind my learning to dance.
3. I was at odds with the people I went with
The raving scene is dead, for me, but I’ve learned it’s not completely because of how good the party is, or how great the venue is, or how many people are there. Raves are good if you like the people you’re with, you enjoy the music, and you can dance in any way you want without feeling self conscious.
Just once more, I’d like to go to a rave (or a party with electronic music.. Spundae anyone?) and:
1. Get REALLY fucked up
2. Dance my booty off
3. Be with people I can be myself with
Any takers?
January 12, 2005 at 5:34 am · Filed under Rigamarole
mirrored from madpimp.com
Fun toy for you from me!
Hey everyone! I made this paperdoll of the picture I drew for my website layout. 
I thought it would be a fun thing for people to put on their blogs! I put a lot of work on this so I want as many people to see this as possible!!
Support me by posting this on your xangas and blogs!
Put this in YOUR blog!
Love,
Kim
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January 12, 2005 at 5:18 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Put this in YOUR blog!
January 9, 2005 at 7:06 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Picture of the Day
I’ve been inspired by Lan to post a picture of the day.
This is why friends don’t let friends take pictures drunk. ^^
Love,
Kim
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January 8, 2005 at 11:54 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Nerds, Geeks, Bullies
A lot of the replies sound like the following:
QUOTE(bad_girl @ Jan 8 2005, 12:37 AM)
respect them (nerds/geeks) but dont stand up for them. becos if i do.. i’ll be the joke for the rest of the year. but everybody deserves our respect!!
The thread itself, and the incensed me to no end
This was my reply:
Shit, all these bitches in here that are in high school / middle school and all that bullshit.
I WAS that nerd. I WAS that geek that got picked on. Got teased. Got gum put in my hair. Nice to know how all you fuckers who think you’re ‘cool’ talk about the ‘nerds’ as another freakin RACE or some shit like that.
Nice to know that you don’t stand up for them when bullshit happens to them in class just because you’re afraid of being a joke.
People who don’t take action for others are just as bad as the people who are doing the fucked up things. Sometimes worse, because you know better and you’re not taking the initiative to be a better fucking person.
You know what, fuckers? That NERD probably goes home every day and thinks about killing himself/herself because they’re fucking all alone in their fucking misery.
IM OUT BIATCH!
Now that I’m a little calmer…
I feel like I can really get down to the point and rant to this in a more rational manner.
This thread really pissed me off for the following reasons:
It talks about ‘NERDS/GEEKS’ as an label
I didn’t like the way that they used ‘nerds’ as something that encompasses a group of people though they don’t point out exactly what ‘nerds’ means. ‘Nerd’ can be construed in many different ways to many different people.. The way this post/poll makes it sound is that a ‘nerd’ is an entity similar to race — a group that these ‘geeks/nerds’ are a part of regardless of whether they want to or not.
I wonder how they would react if I made a post “Are you nice to the so called ‘white people’?”
It doesn’t make it any better that everyone [except a select few] continue on talking about ‘geeks/nerds’ in the same manner.
It didn’t have a choice for ‘I am a nerd’
So apparently, geeks/nerds are not allowed to vote? I see, only the ‘cool’ people are allowed to post in this thread.
It showed me a side of human nature that I haven’t seen since I left middle school
aka my own experiences with bullies
I think the thing that bothered me the most about this post was that it took me right back to middle school. To my busstop in John D Morgan Park.
Every morning in 8th grade, the bus would come and pick us up and take us to the temporary school we had been ported to because of our own school’s rennovations. Every morning I woke up, walked 2 blocks, over an overpass, turned right and walked another half block to the busstop.
Every morning I arrived, looked for my friend Cheyanne, and tried to start talking to her as soon as I could.
Every morning I feared the arrival of two people. I still remember their names like it was yesterday, even though I haven’t seen them in close to ten years. George A**. Damien G********.
George was also in 8th grade. He was a stocky/buff bodytype guy who wore baggy jeans and plaid button down shirts. He had slicked back hair, and a head similar to the shape of Homer Simpson. He was one of the ‘cool people’ of 8th grade.
Every morning George would poke fun at me, push me, and say things to me until I cried [or at least he tried to]. I know this sounds like the type of things that happens when a boy likes a girl, but trust me, this was just pure maliciousness. Every morning I would stand there and not reply to anything, tears heating up the back of my eyes, my jaw clenched, wanting to say something, ANYTHING. It was never of my nature to have quick and witty comebacks. Especially when I am incapacitated by anger, embarassment, and negative feelings.
The other person, Damien, was even worse. He was a scrawny, tiny little 5th grader who probably got picked on by everybody in his class. He had glasses at least half an inch thick and three inches in diameter. Probably seeing how I just took the abuse from George, Damien took it on himself to fuck with me as much as he could. I was pushed around, had gum put in my hair, and cussed at by this kid.
I never did anything. Already depressed and having thoughts of suicide every night, trying to deal with my parents getting divorced, getting over bronchitis, feeling like an outcast, and being made a prisoner in my own home, I couldn’t bring up the strength or courage to retaliate back.
So, by the time we were on the bus and almost to school, I was either crying or on the verge of tears.
In the end, I have to say, I probably didn’t get picked on every day like I remember… The scars are deep, though, and I remember my feelings so poignantly that just telling it here makes me want to cry.
So, if you’re reading this, and you are George A** or Damien G********, I have one thing to say to you:
FUCK YOU, BITCHES!
Love,
Kim
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January 7, 2005 at 5:59 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
mirrored from madpimp.com
The (currently) 12 different types of poo.
So, those of you that know me, you know that I don’t shit very much. Though lately my bowel movements have been fairly regular (once every 2-3 days, and sometimes even daily), in the past it was not uncommon for me to go for a week or even two at a time without taking a shit. Every time I need to take a shit, I announce it – and my roommate says “See you later!”
The funny thing is, the home I grew up in was built in the 1940’s or 1950’s, so the plumbing is pretty old. When I used to live at home, every time I took a shit [almost without fail, not including diarrhea] the toilet would get clogged up. I know. The only way I was ever able to avoid this is if I cut the giant log in half with my sphincter and flushed about 4 or 5 times per pooing session.
For this reason (the clogging), the fact that it doesn’t happen often, and simply because I am fascinated by bodily functions, I have become a great connoisseur of the different types of poo. Some of these types can occur at the same time in the same shitting session. The numbers don’t really mean anything except for use as reference.
Kim’s 12* Different Types of Poo
*note this will probably be ammended to include more later as I think of them.
Type 1: Your Average Joe Poo
This is your average run of the mill poo. It comes out, not too thick, not thin, normal colored and only messy enough for you to know that it’s poo. Even Goldilocks couldn’t complain about this shit. Really.
Type 2: The Bleeder
When you see red streaks on your toilet paper as you’re wiping.
Type 3: The Bleeder 2
This is the one that really makes your anus bleed. Not just the little red streaks on your toilet paper while you’re wiping, but the straight up “fuck, I just ripped myself another asshole”. You will know the bleeder when you feel it, and if you look in the toilet bowl, you can see streaks and swirls of red mixing in with the yellow water.
Type 4: The Smoothie
This is the one that’s not quite diarrhea, but as close as you can get without calling it a diarrhea. When Type 4 hits the bowl, it does not stay in a log shape, instead it tends to form into a little pile at the bottom of the bowl. If you’re shitting enough, this is one of the poos that will stick up out of the water.
Type 5: The Frozen Yogurt
This is related to Type 1: Your Average Joe Poo, but it’s just really really long. So long that it curls up on itself and looks like, what else? Frozen yogurt.
Type 6: The Kielbasa
Often, this time happens in conjunction with Type 3: The Bleeder or Type 4: The Bleeder 2. Similar to Type 5: The Frozen Yogurt, this is the type that is too thick to curl into a tight pile, but is still extra long. This kind tends to curl around the side of the toilet bowl, giving it the look similar to a polish sausage. However, it does not have to, because sometimes shit doesn’t go smooth like that. The only requirement for the kielbasa is that the shit has to be 1.75 inches in diameter or bigger.
Type 7: The Mr. Clean
This is the one that is the trickiest. It occurs randomly with different types of poo. It is very rare, but on the occasion that it does happen it freaks me out. This is the poo where once you’re done, you go to wipe and nothing comes off on the toilet paper. When you’re like, WTF mate? Where did the shit streaks go? You then usually proceed to wipe 5 or more times unsuccessfully, wasting most of your toilet paper.
Type 8: The A-Bomb Explosion
The A-Bomb explosion also goes by the name of “Diarrhea”. A lot of times, Type 4: The Smoothie or Type 9: The “Am I peeing out of my ass?” will follow this shit. This is the one that usually hurts the most and the longest before and after the dropping. I have broken a sweat more than once with this type of poo.
Type 9: The “Am I peeing out of my ass?”
This, along with Type 8, are probably the messiest of the different types of shit. This is the one where it feels like water is just pouring out of your ass. No matter how hard you dab your asshole, you’re scared that liquid is gonna leak out.
Type 10: The Cork
This tends to cause the Bleeders as well, and is followed by “Am I peeing out of my ass?” and The Smoothie. This is when you have a really hard piece of shit at the beginning of your poo, and once that is released, a slew of liquid is released.
Type 11: The Rabbit Poo
This is the one that comes out in little pellets. This one for me seems to occur a lot with Type 10: The Cork. (Generally the cork itself is a rabbit poo that causes a Type 4: Bleeder 2).
Type 12: The Streaker
This is the opposite of Type 7: The Mr. Clean – This is the one where no matter how much you wipe it never seems to go away. Every single wipe yields another brown streak. And you keep wiping…and wiping… and wiping. Until a little bit of Type 3: The Bleeder occurs.
———–
Ammendments
Type 13: The Corn Poo (thanks, Brett)
Not limited to just corn, just any poo in which food still looks the same coming out as it did coming in.
Type 14: The Flaming Hot Cheeto
This is like, the worst shit ever. Especially when worked in combination with A-Bomb explosion. This is the shit that burns your ass and makes it almost numb with the stinging painful sensation. If you really ate flaming hot cheetos, the color of this poo is red.
Type 15: The Albino Poo (thanks, Larry)
Larry says once his poo was white and he didn’t know why. I’m opening this type too all the times your poo is a weird color and you don’t know why.
Links of Note:
For images of poo, go to RateMyPoo.com
Thanks for Commenting:
Steve, DC, RaSenGan, Lan, Eric, , Sid, John, Angela, Brett, Darrell, Ivy, Long, Larry, Diana, Pink_hilights, MyLynn, JOy, Allen, Jerome, Vinh, LumpiaBlog, Diana, bettertomorrow, xhopefully5x, Phil, and Linda.
Love,
Kim
shitlinks:[x] [x] [x] [x]
January 7, 2005 at 5:06 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
mirrored from madpimp.com
The (currently) 12 different types of poo.
So, those of you that know me, you know that I don’t shit very much. Though lately my bowel movements have been fairly regular (once every 2-3 days, and sometimes even daily), in the past it was not uncommon for me to go for a week or even two at a time without taking a shit. Every time I need to take a shit, I announce it – and my roommate says “See you later!”
The funny thing is, the home I grew up in was built in the 1940’s or 1950’s, so the plumbing is pretty old. When I used to live at home, every time I took a shit [almost without fail, not including diarrhea] the toilet would get clogged up. I know. The only way I was ever able to avoid this is if I cut the giant log in half with my sphincter and flushed about 4 or 5 times per pooing session.
For this reason (the clogging), the fact that it doesn’t happen often, and simply because I am fascinated by bodily functions, I have become a great connoisseur of the different types of poo. Some of these types can occur at the same time in the same shitting session. The numbers don’t really mean anything except for use as reference.
Kim’s 12* Different Types of Poo
*note this will probably be ammended to include more later as I think of them.
Type 1: Your Average Joe Poo
This is your average run of the mill poo. It comes out, not too thick, not thin, normal colored and only messy enough for you to know that it’s poo. Even Goldilocks couldn’t complain about this shit. Really.
Type 2: The Bleeder
When you see red streaks on your toilet paper as you’re wiping.
Type 3: The Bleeder 2
This is the one that really makes your anus bleed. Not just the little red streaks on your toilet paper while you’re wiping, but the straight up “fuck, I just ripped myself another asshole”. You will know the bleeder when you feel it, and if you look in the toilet bowl, you can see streaks and swirls of red mixing in with the yellow water.
Type 4: The Smoothie
This is the one that’s not quite diarrhea, but as close as you can get without calling it a diarrhea. When Type 4 hits the bowl, it does not stay in a log shape, instead it tends to form into a little pile at the bottom of the bowl. If you’re shitting enough, this is one of the poos that will stick up out of the water.
Type 5: The Frozen Yogurt
This is related to Type 1: Your Average Joe Poo, but it’s just really really long. So long that it curls up on itself and looks like, what else? Frozen yogurt.
Type 6: The Kielbasa
Often, this time happens in conjunction with Type 3: The Bleeder or Type 4: The Bleeder 2. Similar to Type 5: The Frozen Yogurt, this is the type that is too thick to curl into a tight pile, but is still extra long. This kind tends to curl around the side of the toilet bowl, giving it the look similar to a polish sausage. However, it does not have to, because sometimes shit doesn’t go smooth like that. The only requirement for the kielbasa is that the shit has to be 1.75 inches in diameter or bigger.
Type 7: The Mr. Clean
This is the one that is the trickiest. It occurs randomly with different types of poo. It is very rare, but on the occasion that it does happen it freaks me out. This is the poo where once you’re done, you go to wipe and nothing comes off on the toilet paper. When you’re like, WTF mate? Where did the shit streaks go? You then usually proceed to wipe 5 or more times unsuccessfully, wasting most of your toilet paper.
Type 8: The A-Bomb Explosion
The A-Bomb explosion also goes by the name of “Diarrhea”. A lot of times, Type 4: The Smoothie or Type 9: The “Am I peeing out of my ass?” will follow this shit. This is the one that usually hurts the most and the longest before and after the dropping. I have broken a sweat more than once with this type of poo.
Type 9: The “Am I peeing out of my ass?”
This, along with Type 8, are probably the messiest of the different types of shit. This is the one where it feels like water is just pouring out of your ass. No matter how hard you dab your asshole, you’re scared that liquid is gonna leak out.
Type 10: The Cork
This tends to cause the Bleeders as well, and is followed by “Am I peeing out of my ass?” and The Smoothie. This is when you have a really hard piece of shit at the beginning of your poo, and once that is released, a slew of liquid is released.
Type 11: The Rabbit Poo
This is the one that comes out in little pellets. This one for me seems to occur a lot with Type 10: The Cork. (Generally the cork itself is a rabbit poo that causes a Type 4: Bleeder 2).
Type 12: The Streaker
This is the opposite of Type 7: The Mr. Clean – This is the one where no matter how much you wipe it never seems to go away. Every single wipe yields another brown streak. And you keep wiping…and wiping… and wiping. Until a little bit of Type 3: The Bleeder occurs.
———–
Ammendments
Type 13: The Corn Poo (thanks, Brett)
Not limited to just corn, just any poo in which food still looks the same coming out as it did coming in.
Type 14: The Flaming Hot Cheeto
This is like, the worst shit ever. Especially when worked in combination with A-Bomb explosion. This is the shit that burns your ass and makes it almost numb with the stinging painful sensation. If you really ate flaming hot cheetos, the color of this poo is red.
Type 15: The Albino Poo (thanks, Larry)
Larry says once his poo was white and he didn’t know why. I’m opening this type too all the times your poo is a weird color and you don’t know why.
Thanks for Commenting:
Steve, DC, RaSenGan, Lan, Eric, , Sid, John, Angela, Brett, Darrell, Ivy, Long, Larry, Diana, Pink_hilights, MyLynn, JOy, Allen, Jerome, Vinh, LumpiaBlog, Diana, bettertomorrow, xhopefully5x, Phil, and Linda.
Love,
Kim
shitlinks:[x] [x] [x] [x]
January 7, 2005 at 5:05 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
mirrored from madpimp.com
The (currently) 12 different types of poo.
So, those of you that know me, you know that I don’t shit very much. Though lately my bowel movements have been fairly regular (once every 2-3 days, and sometimes even daily), in the past it was not uncommon for me to go for a week or even two at a time without taking a shit. Every time I need to take a shit, I announce it – and my roommate says “See you later!”
The funny thing is, the home I grew up in was built in the 1940’s or 1950’s, so the plumbing is pretty old. When I used to live at home, every time I took a shit [almost without fail, not including diarrhea] the toilet would get clogged up. I know. The only way I was ever able to avoid this is if I cut the giant log in half with my sphincter and flushed about 4 or 5 times per pooing session.
For this reason (the clogging), the fact that it doesn’t happen often, and simply because I am fascinated by bodily functions, I have become a great connoisseur of the different types of poo. Some of these types can occur at the same time in the same shitting session. The numbers don’t really mean anything except for use as reference.
Kim’s 12* Different Types of Poo
*note this will probably be ammended to include more later as I think of them.
Type 1: Your Average Joe Poo
This is your average run of the mill poo. It comes out, not too thick, not thin, normal colored and only messy enough for you to know that it’s poo. Even Goldilocks couldn’t complain about this shit. Really.
Type 2: The Bleeder
When you see red streaks on your toilet paper as you’re wiping.
Type 3: The Bleeder 2
This is the one that really makes your anus bleed. Not just the little red streaks on your toilet paper while you’re wiping, but the straight up “fuck, I just ripped myself another asshole”. You will know the bleeder when you feel it, and if you look in the toilet bowl, you can see streaks and swirls of red mixing in with the yellow water.
Type 4: The Smoothie
This is the one that’s not quite diarrhea, but as close as you can get without calling it a diarrhea. When Type 4 hits the bowl, it does not stay in a log shape, instead it tends to form into a little pile at the bottom of the bowl. If you’re shitting enough, this is one of the poos that will stick up out of the water.
Type 5: The Frozen Yogurt
This is related to Type 1: Your Average Joe Poo, but it’s just really really long. So long that it curls up on itself and looks like, what else? Frozen yogurt.
Type 6: The Kielbasa
Often, this time happens in conjunction with Type 3: The Bleeder or Type 4: The Bleeder 2. Similar to Type 5: The Frozen Yogurt, this is the type that is too thick to curl into a tight pile, but is still extra long. This kind tends to curl around the side of the toilet bowl, giving it the look similar to a polish sausage. However, it does not have to, because sometimes shit doesn’t go smooth like that. The only requirement for the kielbasa is that the shit has to be 1.75 inches in diameter or bigger.
Type 7: The Mr. Clean
This is the one that is the trickiest. It occurs randomly with different types of poo. It is very rare, but on the occasion that it does happen it freaks me out. This is the poo where once you’re done, you go to wipe and nothing comes off on the toilet paper. When you’re like, WTF mate? Where did the shit streaks go? You then usually proceed to wipe 5 or more times unsuccessfully, wasting most of your toilet paper.
Type 8: The A-Bomb Explosion
The A-Bomb explosion also goes by the name of “Diarrhea”. A lot of times, Type 4: The Smoothie or Type 9: The “Am I peeing out of my ass?” will follow this shit. This is the one that usually hurts the most and the longest before and after the dropping. I have broken a sweat more than once with this type of poo.
Type 9: The “Am I peeing out of my ass?”
This, along with Type 8, are probably the messiest of the different types of shit. This is the one where it feels like water is just pouring out of your ass. No matter how hard you dab your asshole, you’re scared that liquid is gonna leak out.
Type 10: The Cork
This tends to cause the Bleeders as well, and is followed by “Am I peeing out of my ass?” and The Smoothie. This is when you have a really hard piece of shit at the beginning of your poo, and once that is released, a slew of liquid is released.
Type 11: The Rabbit Poo
This is the one that comes out in little pellets. This one for me seems to occur a lot with Type 10: The Cork. (Generally the cork itself is a rabbit poo that causes a Type 4: Bleeder 2).
Type 12: The Streaker
This is the opposite of Type 7: The Mr. Clean – This is the one where no matter how much you wipe it never seems to go away. Every single wipe yields another brown streak. And you keep wiping…and wiping… and wiping. Until a little bit of Type 3: The Bleeder occurs.
———–
Ammendments
Type 13: The Corn Poo (thanks, Brett)
Not limited to just corn, just any poo in which food still looks the same coming out as it did coming in.
Type 14: The Flaming Hot Cheeto
This is like, the worst shit ever. Especially when worked in combination with A-Bomb explosion. This is the shit that burns your ass and makes it almost numb with the stinging painful sensation. If you really ate flaming hot cheetos, the color of this poo is red.
Type 15: The Albino Poo (thanks, Larry)
Larry says once his poo was white and he didn’t know why. I’m opening this type too all the times your poo is a weird color and you don’t know why.
Thanks for Commenting:
Steve, DC, RaSenGan, Lan, Eric, , Sid, John, Angela, Brett, Darrell, Ivy, Long, Larry, Diana, Pink_hilights, MyLynn, JOy, Allen, Jerome, Vinh, LumpiaBlog, Diana, bettertomorrow, xhopefully5x, Phil, and Linda.
Love,
Kim
shitlinks:[x] [x] [x] [x]
January 7, 2005 at 7:56 am · Filed under Rigamarole
This is a poem I wrote recently. This post is protected and not mirrored from any site. If you can see this then that means I respect your opinion… I’m a little shy about this. This is the first time I’ve written a poem like this.
Failure
I’ve had many failed relationships in the past,
All have crumbled, they never seem to last.
I dated ice cream for a while,
He was sweet at first, but that got old –
underneath that smooth veneer, he was totally cold.
After a time, he made me feel fat –
I couldn’t live with that.
I’ve had many failed relationships in the past,
I’m devastated, they never seem to last.
I had a fling with chocolate,
Not as cool as ol’ ice cream, but much richer.
When he touched my lips, he tasted like liquor.
After a while, I realized he was nutty,
so I left him and found another love buddy.
I’ve had many relationships in the past,
Is it me? They never seem to last.
I had a long distance relationship with a porn site.
When he went down, it was never good,
So I took to visiting other boys in his neighborhood.
A lot of his friends liked to fuck like bunnies,
And unlike him, they never stole my money.
I’ve had many relationships in the past,
What should I do? They never seem to last.
I messed around with my left hand,
But to my right hand, my left ratted me out,
To right I said, “Listen baby, don’t pout,
I’ll have a party where we all can come,
‘cuz if we work together, we can have a threesome!â€
I’ve had many relationships in the past,
Fuck that shit. They never seem to last.
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