so you think it's gross

well not as gross as it could be i suppose, but why deny the facts of life when they poop out of us on a regular basis... hoping you are regular, and all that... oh poo, if you are grossed out or offended just read some of the other crap on the web... i certainly can provide you with links, as you well know... you could read some meaningless complaints or pretend you care for no apparent reason... perhaps the body talks in mysterious ways... you want to know me?... go back in time and you may find my heart, but this blog is all about a different body system, ya know?... lately though, it's been replaced by ruzzle as my primary activity to pass the time instead of babbling here... anyone disappointed should call me... or your shrink...

time to wipe...

existence

as in, i virtually almost forgot this blog existed (and should i even mention this one (don't laugh, it has a follower) which could be considered babbles under the toilet seat (what?... you didn't know what BOTTS stood for?) but (no butt jokes at the moment) this blog does exist because once upon a time i had a book i would leave in the bathroom that i opened and wrote in only when i went to sit on the pot (loo, toilet, commode, whatever you might wish to call it... we all do it, after all... poop, i mean... i don't supposed we all babble on the toilet seat, but then, maybe this will start a trend)...

some people read magazines...

you?...