Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A Special Post for a Special Fan

Here is a special post I made for my friend, fake Popanator. See, he's been going overboard imitating me. So, I'm starting to imitate him, imitating me, yeah. Anywho, fake Popanator, you can't out troll the Queen of Trolls!

Popanator here! I love my job at McDonald's, but it does cause a lot of stress. Sometimes, when I'm stressed, I poop myself. Well, tonight at work I went poopie in my pants and it fell down my pants leg. Now, being the happy soul I am, I decided to make a valentine for my boss Gene. I took my poopie like a brown crayon and wrote on the walls, "I LOVE GENE" The poo was fun and squishy. after I was done writing, I then put the extra poo on the floor. It was slick and I went ice skating! Imagine the look on Gene's face when he saw me ice skating with the valentine on the wall, He was so happy he sent me home early!

Thursday, May 24, 2012

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Happy Birthday to the site!

This website is Two years old!

I couldn't have done it without you. Yes, my poopie freaks! My scat lovers! I am getting warm fuzzies just thinking about it. A special shout out to my biggest fan: FAKE POPANTATOR. You know who you are, I think I know who you are. You've been following me around the interwebs for two years. You've been following me around to every single site I troll on.

You write about your exploits working at McD's and riding your bike. It really makes me laugh, in these well, no longer dark times in my life. Tee hee! So, a special shout out to my biggest fan..

BY POPANATOR ON MAY 23 2012 @ 7:57 PM 
Well, I was making burgers like always and I accidentally dropped one. My boss figured out and put me on table duty; that's not even the worst thing! My bike's chain broke and I had to walk all the way back home. I was beat, but at least I got a hug from Mommy. :D

Comedy gold from my favourite Pops. I may never know who you really are, but I have an image in my head of what you look like.

So, Pops, here is a slice of birthday cake just for you. It has a poopie center held up by corn cobs and sprinkled with blue and yellow corn! 

Popanator also loves all my other fans. All thinks from my hershey highway to your face!



Thursday, May 17, 2012

Shitting the Same Shit Twice

Okay, Poopie Freaks, this is going to have to be quickie. I got me some class in an hour. Okay, the only class I've ever had involves pencils and books. However, me and my autistic brother Willie got in an argument. He says that you can't shit the same shit twice, your colon muscles will not allow it.

Au contraire, poo freaks. Anyone who believe that has not see Popanator's poo hole. My poo hole is the size of a gopher hole. I mean, I put Goatse to shame. I regularly shit the same shit twice. Here is how you do it.

Step 1: Take a Shit

Step 2: Don't forget this one, fist you poopie hole until its nice and loose.

Step 3: Jam the poopie up your poopie hole while its all nice and loose.

Step 4: Shit again!!

See, now I told you guys its possible. You're welcome. Now wish me luck! I gotta run!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

"Look like he's got another fuck buddy!"

Hey, poopie freaks! I've been busy busy busy busy! Busier than a 10 dollar crack whore on 8th street. I'm currently getting my insane ass some IOP. Yup, they are actually going to work on my psych problems. I wonder if it would work? I mean, you still can't get rid of my love of CORN LADEN POO!

I've realized we've all got a little bit of tard in all of us. I was visit my boyfriend this weekend. He lives about 4 hrs away, but it is worth it. Any way, he is obsessed with my ex-boyfriend. Well, he's been obsessed with my for 10 years. Someone out there actually had a closet shrine of the Popanator before my first Popanator post. I felt honored and had to visit him 2 months ago, and we've been together since.

Any way, we were there in the library quiet as fuck. He all the sudden goes on my ex-boyfriend's Facebook page. I guess that is his favorite website. Any who, here I am in the a crowded library that is completely silent and yelled out, "Look like he's got himself another fuck buddy and it looks like she got hit in the face with a frying pan." Of course I had to say this loud as fuck. My poor soft spoken boyfriend turns red and  says, "You know everyone heard you??!" Everyone turns around to look at me. I hid my face and bolted out of there.

Acutally, the chick in the photo is hotter than his new fuck buddy, but I don't care. The only one who does is my boyfriend, Sam. He should know that my poopie hole is his to fist.

Speaking of stupid, I was speaking with my counselor today. We were going over my family history, and I explained my daddie had a heart attack at 38. He asked if that was recent. Hello?! That isn't even possible. I guess we all have a little bit of tard in us all.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Poopies for Hire

Hi, Poopie Freaks! Lots and lots of updates. I have been very busy. Popanator is even getting more and more well known. Popanator walks into a chatroom and boom, gets the banhammer immediately. LOL But, seriously guys, I am now getting into writing for hire.

Yes, its true, I am taking my hobby and running with it. Sure, I still love my day job. I get to lick the poo smears they leave on the bathroom wall and sniff the used maxi pads they stick up there. Mmmm.... My favourite is when I am eating lunch in the bathroom, and a coworker goes into the stall next to me to fap. I can smell the tuna while licking up the delicious and I mean mother fucking delicious CORN LADEN POO!

But, what I have learned in the intensive psycho therapy I have been getting lately, is yes, I am in control of my life. My writing style as you may have noticed is adult. I am here to write whatever you need. I would love to write for shit fetish, fisting, anal websites. Mmmm.... That just makes my asshole twitch with glee.

Recently I have expanded my writing to my more, darker side. The cynical side that just had her soul sucked out like sucking the shit off my boyfriend's poo laden dick. Love you, Sam! 

My profile will be popping up on various sites (for some shitty reason and not shitty in a good way you have to verify your phone number. I was enjoying living phone free. I had to go out and buy a new smartphone.) like dog's dicks in springtime wanting to hump  their mate of the hour.

If you love my writing style and you need someone to write for your lovely poo laden website, reach me at:

Love you, Poopie Freaks!!!


Sunday, May 6, 2012

Life Goes On

Hello there poopie freaks. I got outside today, into the sun. In my depressed funk, I decided I had to go replace my puke laden cell phone. My SIM card was filled with corn laden puke. I don't get into puke like some people, so it really wasn't that appetizing. That was me on Wednesday, but not that hot. More like curled up in a little ball. Poopies do not taste better the 2nd time around.

I digress, I was driving my poo mobile and saw the lovely signs of spring. Dogs were mating on the sidewalk. Birds were pushing eggs out of their ginormous cunts. Creatures were fucking, eating, and shitting. Its beautiful, in a bittersweet way.

No matter how much tragedy one must go through, life still goes on. Spring will come and flowers will blooms. The autumn ice will kill them all so another winter may come and the cycle starts all over again. Young lovers will fall in love and their hearts will be broken. Shit will get eaten and then it will once again turn into shit to be eaten again. It won't be the same shit though.

I also found, the more things change, the more things stay the same. People are always the same wanting the same things. I find comfort in the things that are the same and how life just seems to go on with or without me.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Autistic Dating Tips

April was a month to celebrate. Our hero, Christian Weston Chandler lost his virginity. Okay, so he got tired of being a virgin and bought a hooker. Either way, he got his dick wet. A lot of autstic males are single and lonley. You know why?


Look a Chris Chan! He is a typical autistic male. They are mostly selfish assholes. They expect to get away with everything from wearing attractions signs to trying to run over someone with a car. If they get in trouble they just cry autism. They can't help it because they are autistic.

Fuck that shit. My autistic brother Willie recently got fired for asking a co-worker about how she liked to be fisted. Now, Popanator does this shit, but never at work. I wait until after I punch out before I give my co-workers a good fisting. He got fired for not only harassing this woman but making fisting actions while he talked and then asked her to sniff his fist. I tried going, "Pipe down, Willie, we're at the call centre not the family reunion!"

Too late, he was fired. A day later, he hired a lawyer and slammed autism papers on the table and screamed discrimination. Now, he's all, "Choking my daddie's chicken this, and fisting poopie holes that." Even on the phone with clients.

Well, one bad thing for the autistic male is that autistic females are rare. No normal woman will put up with their shit. So, one autistic male just became a chick.


Hey, it was the closest thing he'd get to a female before he hired a hooker. So, I guess that's my autistic dating tip, just get a hooker.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

What Happened to Popanator in April?

Hello again my poopie freaks! I wish I could bring happier tidings, but I cannot. Your old pal, Popanator, is sick. Not just, oh, I got the flu sick, but more of a this is going to take a long time to recover sick. I know, I was warned about eating nothing but corn and poopies. I sleep 14 hours a day, Saturday I slept 24.

I am still keeping my hopes up. Hell, I see those who practically live at the hospital still on their laptops writing away. I hate being sent home from work, because all I do is puke on myself.  I tried not eating, so I won't puke, but that shit doesn't work. I had to move back in with family for a while. I still won't let this ruin me. I don't want to go to the hospital, I hate it.

Enough of my ramblings. Its time to get tougher. I know I am cursed. It is unknown why or who I pissed off. I guess, because of my love of corn laden poo, I pissed off the entire planet. I ruined my cell phone today, but puking so much in my car my cell phone got drenched in puke. Yup, puke. I tried cleaning it out, it didn't work.

I only like poo, not puke. I haven't been able to keep corn down enough to make delicious corn laden poo. I know I stressed my body for a while living on the street. I was homeless for a couple of weeks before being able to pull up enough money for my own place.

This picture pretty much summed up the bathroom facilities.Although, it makes for a good fast meal. Now, you may be wondering how the Popanator ended up homeless. I'm not really allowed to say, but I had a mentally unstable roomate. I got to chose between being shot in my own home or living on the street. Well, I ended up on the street. That's all I can say about that for the time being.

Yes, I sound bitter, well, I am bitter. Yes, it was my fault for living with someone with a disability and putting myself at their mercy. It is very hard to find humour in these dark times. I know some are able to find it. All I see around me is sickness and despair.

No, I am not giving up on my dream of writing. I have been working harder. I have also, switched to writing more serious pieces. Yes, I will still do corn laden poo. However, in these times, I can't help but be serious a lot. Well, I need to go back to sleep. I will write more later.