Category: poop

  • My Funny Valentine

    Dear Bicycle Commuter Rocketing Off the Trail by Crosley Street at Dusk: You will never know how close you came to a kismetical meeting with the Love of Your Life tonight. That unmet L.o.Y.L.? Me. So focused were you on getting home after a long day at the–what?–H & R Block that you didn’t even…

  • A Basic Civil Right: Being Scatalogical

      “A Basic Civil Right: Being Scatalogical” What is it about little boys? Why are the colon and its emissions so profoundly, continually hilarious to wee males? These days, my four-year-old (who, in his defense, is heavily under the influence of a cadre of neighborhood seven-year-old fellas) toodles around the house, absentmindedly singing a little…