NormI don't use shampoo, I use the real thing.
If you’ve ever had to crap in your own hat and keep a secret, you’ll know that things are never as bad as they seem. Defective vision is not hindered by a little river of faeces when it happens to be your own. Getting an eyeful of someone elses brown bum bricks is less offensive than a gutful of the same. Shit, some serious turd talkers claim their crap radiates roses. Crap! A shit by any other name would still smell, a suite. Frying bogs in the deep fryer has never happened. Some gits who think that they are it and a bit have now been served a bit. For all that, it (shit) is best served in a bowl. Poos with wees on top. I’ve never liked eating straight from the can. It’s better to eat fresh. A toilet brush for a toothpick and lav-paper for a napkin. Septic tanks are full of shit. All of them. Dig for nuggets with a toothpick. Finding a welcome stranger on the roof is pure gold. I go round the bend looking for something nice to eat. If I look flushed, you now know why. Potty’s have lids and I dip mine to you all. I keep more than secrets under my lid. In some places it’s called a john, I prefer the shit-chair. Geez, I write a lot of shit. John and bogger: equal.
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Rows of dunnies would still smell like a suite.