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Its funny cause its poop
*shattered innocence*
And here I was thinking about Pooh, Piglet, Eyeore, Tigger, Kanga, and Roo.
I notice nobody wanted to be first on this one.
Ha imagine you enter the building, and it’s just this giant, pristine and yet empty room, no floors, nothing..just gutted.
..And a pedestal in the middle of the room, with a large, bound tome, with the title on the front cover that says “POO STORY”
Subtitle: A Sad Life of Human Waste.
I saw it already. It was pretty crappy, a total waste of time and money.
If it said, “pee storey,” then it could just be informing you that the bathroom facilities are on the second floor. So perhaps it’s a simple spelling error. You don’t see the word “storey” used much in English, for reasons I’ve never fathomed.
Of course it appeared to me those o’s were e’s, and I was wondering why everybody was talking about poo. But the same logic applies.
Thank goodness. I thought it was just me. I saw “Pee” for about 15 seconds, and had to actually angle my head to the side to see that it was “Poo.”
I can’t quite see the “restaurant” part underneath it either, but it looks to me like it might be misspelled. Isn’t that a “u” after the “R”? A “Rustaurant”?
Help me if you can, I’ve got to get
Back to the house at Poo Story by one
You’d be surprised there’s so much to be done,
Count all the poo in this dive.
Deal with the crap and the flies.
Back to the ways of Crapscooper Robin and Poo…
“Crapscooper”
I was watching a comedian on TV once, and he was convinced that if Aliens landed, they would think the dogs were in charge on this planet…with their servile humans trotting along behind them picking up their droppings.
I often say, after stating that I own two dogs and one cat, that you could say I am owned by two dogs and a cat. Sometimes it’s hard not to feel like they get the better end of this deal!
I thought it war common knowledge that cats don’t have owners, they have servants.
Likewise. Also that you are more usually pwn3d by your cats!
3000 years ago, the ancient Egyptians worshiped cats as divine beings. Cats have never forgotten this.
It’s easy to forget you’ve changed your name, isn’t it? Although when I did it, it was 2AM local time.
JohnB, if I manage to log on successfully with fewer than three tries in the morning, I consider that a personal achievement, and document it in my CV.
I usually don’t have bad Friday 13ths. I have had Monday 13ths that I regretted crawling out from under the bed. An idiot tree trimmer dropped a branch on a friend’s business phone line and took out all of their phone lines and internet. I was on a ladder all afternoon matching and reconnecting wires to temporarily get him service until the phone company can pull a new wire.
I can do you one better… (and, this is a direct paste from his lyrics page, so he WANTS people to see the lyrics)
House At Cthulhu Corner
Words: © 2001 by Tom Smith
Music: “House At Pooh Corner” by Kenny Loggins
Christopher Robin was slain on the altar,
Where shadows of Innsmouth run deep.
Pooh didn’t hesitate, Pooh didn’t falter,
His master’s in Rl’yeh asleep.
And I’m only a kid, I don’t know what he’s doin’,
Let alone why the Great Old Ones want a stuffed bruin.
Help me if you can, I’ve got to stop
Pooh from reviving Cthulhu by one,
You’d be surprised, there’s so much to be done,
Circles to summon and bind,
Color them inside the lines,
Stop the cloth golem we all know as Winnie the Pooh….
Winnie the Pooh doesn’t know what he’s doing,
The Elder Gods got in his head.
Task after task he performs without asking
Why friend after friend turns up dead.
And the ultimate goal isn’t clearly defined,
But it’s taking a toll on his silly old mind.
Help me if you can, I’ve got to stop
Pooh from reviving Cthulhu by one,
You’d be surprised, there’s so much to be done,
Leave all the Deep Ones behind,
Making a cute Elder Sign,
Prepare for the final conflict with Winnie the Pooh….
Rabbit is missing, and Piglet was drowned
(It was thought accidental at first);
In a room without corners, Owl was et by a hound;
In his chest, Tigger’s heart up and burst.
Now there’s only us three, but we will find a way,
And I Kanga-rantee, Eeyore gonna Roo the day….
Believe me if you can, we’re gonna stop
Pooh from reviving Cthulhu by one,
What do you know, I think maybe we’re done,
Chris and my friends all alive,
Great Old Ones gone from the sky…
*yawn* Good morning, Mother, I guess I was dreaming –-
Everything’s fine – Piglet, you can stop screaming –-
What’s with that dazed look, Pooh?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh….
This is amazing. We could use some more thoroughly warped minds like that around here.
Song Win!
Avatar name win!
Poo or Pee? I’ll tell you what I see, I see two o’s looking like two half-closed eyes. Sleepy eyes as they say in the doll business.
Maybe it’s the Poo-Pee Story! Kind of like Hannah Montana, the best of both worlds?
Starring Mr. Hankey?
Do they serve pee pie here?
They serve Split Pee Soup…
Actually, their specialty is Pee Poo Pie Pum, served a la mode with a shot of rum.
I preferred the hundred acres woods before eminent domain condemned it and turned it over to the developers.
I love the warped way your mind works! Have some Pee Poo Pie Pum! It’s lovely style!
I take you calling me warped as a complementary pot calling the kettle black. I just saw something different from poop jokes and demonic bears. I believe I do see a true evil.
Oh, yes, whenever anybody says I’m strange, weird, different, unusual, etc., I always respond with a polite but earnest, “Thank you!” In Russia (I am part Russian, all Slavic in ancestry), the greatest compliment you can pay someone is to say, “Tiy nash,” which literally means, “You’re ours,” but has the real meaning of, you are one of us, you are family, you are a kindred spirit. So yes, when I say your mind is warped I’m saying, in effect, “Tiy nash.”
And I do agree that the way we have of paving paradise and putting up a parking lot, or a Poo Story, does indeed have an evil component. That’s one of the reasons I escaped to places where that’s not happening nearly as much. I have a 25-minute drive to work (21 miles), and along the way I pass exactly one stoplight (just a flasher, anyway) and one gas station. There are some houses, but mostly green fields and forests (albeit looking a little beaten up from last February’s ice storm that felled so many trees and branches here).
I say cmatri kto gavarit (look who’s talking) then thank you in the first random language i can come up with.
You must know some Russian if you put a “c” to indicate the “s” sound in “smotri”! (The “C” in the Cyrillic alphabet makes the English “S” sound.)
*nasal voice*
Technically, this says P-theta-theta Story.
For those of you wishing to pledge to P-Theta-Theta, this short film will serve as your introduction to the wonderful world of Greek life, especially our most wonderful organization, P-Theta-Theta. Ignore the ragamuffin drunken people psychotics who are showing you this film, but take another hit from the beer bong.
Poo Story- The heart warming tale of a poo’s epic journey through the pipes to find a place to call home.
That is described quite vividly in one chapter of Thomas Pynchon’s novel, “Gravity’s Rainbow.” I have absolutely no idea why, as in why he described it, why he wrote that book, or why some people consider it great literature.
Just a LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITLE more information than I needed to know…
Quit talking about my old crowd, the ragamuffin drunken people psychotics!!!
What a crappy name for a movie