Solving constipation is a matter of bran over brown.
poo jokes
Hold your nose proudly in the bathroom. Don’t smell yourself shart.
My dog only got castrated once. But he gets me new turd every day.
You can find the craziest shit when you do a Poogle search.
Constipated? Call a next-turdminator.
The patron saint of constipation had a grisly end: he was mar turd.
NED: Do you blog?
ED: No.
NED: Really, I thought you did.
ED: Well, I do keep a diarrhea, but only on Splatterdays.
There is a cure for constipation which involves eating, not less, but more, until you’re stuffed. It’s very expensive, however, this ‘bloating’ laxative. It’s for the swell-to-doo.
Colon cleansing is expensive. If you do it often, you’ll end up in the poo-er hose.
Letterman’s latest mono log was a singular piece of crap.


