Candy Cane Storage

Hey, everybody. It's Willie the aspie, and I wish Poppy would get on assigning us different usernames. I hate being called "Admin," but whatevsies. When the holidays come around, I think it's a great time for a little winter cleaning. While my ass is usually clean, partly due to Poppy's diligent fisting and partly due to the cleansing effect of my unicycle, Poppy's sometimes leaves a bit to be desired. I know, she fists her shit hole every day -- it should be clean enough to eat off of, no pun intended. But the sad fact of the matter is, anuses are dirty places. And given Pop's risky lifestyle, hers is actually worse off than that of a basically normal person like me.

So I approached Poppy the other day and asked her about her shit hole. She beamed at me, but her smile faded a bit when I suggested that her ass could probably use a good, hygienic cleaning. I was shocked to learn that she doesn't brush her ass at all, though her enjoyment of thongs does give it an adequate level of flossing. Luckily for her, I used to sweep the chimney at dad's farm, so I had an appropriate brush. Yeah, I take a giant brush with my everywhere I go -- like a scotsman with his claymore, I don't feel safe unless my weapon is close at hand 24/7.

I instructed Poppy to bend over, which in retrospect I probably shouldn't have, since we were in the parking lot of a grocery store. I just don't think about things like context, but apparently stuff like that is important to those inferior neurotypical types. Whatevsies. I gave her a good scrubbing out, and I was appalled at the condition of her rectum. She's been using it like a purse! I was all, "Poppy! You can't be storing candy canes in your shit hole!" She just kept giggling like a fool. There was all kinds of makeup, brushes and other girly junk in there, but I made certain to pull everything out of her ass that didn't belong there. If there's a lesson to be learned here, it's that your ass ain't for storage. And that you shouldn't empty your rectum all over a parking lot when a bunch of moms are grocery shopping with their kids.

Happy Fistivus!

HAPPY FISTIVUS, Poopie freaks! You may be asking was Fistivus is. Well, its a Jewish Holiday. Because the Jews don't believe in Santa, they have to have their own fisting Holiday. Its 8 days of fisting fun! In a way, it makes me jealous. When I was a little girl, I was told you were only fisted on Fistmas, and that's if you have been good all year. With Fistivus, you get fisted for 8 days whether you've been good or bad. And I for one, have been very bad this year.

To decorate for the fisting holiday, the Jews set out 8 rubber fists. Each one is bigger than the rest. Very few can fit the largest fist up their poopie hole. They even play the driedel game. What they do is shove that driedel up their poopie hole and then fart it out! I"m not sure what happens after that, but the winner gets a pile of Jew gold! Then the Jews put the Jew gold up their noses. That is why their noses are so big.

It makes me want to convert to Judiasm, if it wasn't for the eternal damnation thing. I guess its a trade off for what we decide. Jews get hellfire, but they also get 8 days of fisting fun. *sigh*

Merry Fistmas!

Fistmas is the most beautiful time of the year. People actually came to my door to sing songs today, and I gave them a lovely, steamy bowl of poopies. They were so moved, they cried out in joy and started running around like roaches in a toilet bowl. I tell ya, the Fistmas spirit took them like I'd never seen before. Well, I saw Ethan get that "moved" before, but that was during sex. These are either some extremely devout Fistmas followers, or some extremely hawnee people, I'm not sure which. I guess that could be the same thing.


But anyway, I've decked the halls, and gotten such great Fistmas gifts. I only wish I could've stuffed the entire tree up mah poopy hole- that would have truly been a Fistmas miracle. I mean seriously, that tree is taller than I am- it would've come out my mouth like the time I swallowed that toilet brush and got really intense hiccups.

I've gained a little weight this Fistmas season, too. Although I'm gonna be eating leftover maggots and dead cats for awhile (I got A LOT of them), they make very nice side dishes with mah poopy meals. Yep, the old Popanator eats more than just the shit on mah knees. You know it's important to take care of yourself, especitally around the holidays. So it's good to have nice, balanced meals that deliver plenty of nutrition, especially poopy power.

Now if you'll excuse me, Ethan has some especially musky mistletoe he'd like to kiss me under. I know where that's been... hehe.

Last chance to get the perfect Fistmas gift!

On the Eight day of Fistmas...

On the eighth day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me eight poopy cookies,

seven anal rodents,
six steamers steaming,
five fisty fists,
four rainbow turds,
three ass pies,
two corny cobs
and a poopy right on my knee.

On the Sixth Day of Fistmas...

On the sixth day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me six steamers steaming,
five fisty fists
four rainbow turds,
three ass pies,
two corny cobs,
and a poopy right on my knee.

On the Fourth Day of Fistmas...

On the fourth day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me four rainbow turds,

three ass pies,
two corny cobs,
and a poopy right on my knee.

On the Second Day of Fistmas...

On the second day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me two corny cobs,
and a poopy right on my knee.

On the First Day of Fistmas...

On the first day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me a poopy right on my knee.

Its not too late to start Fistmas Shopping!!!

Your Turn!

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Hello there my poopie freaks! Popanator here again! Today I'm asking for something really special. Your feedback! Please write in the comments what you think, how you feel about the site. What you like and don't like about the Popanator. Feel free to write anything about corn laden poo, Fistmas, or the Zazzle site. Thanks, guys! You're the best!

Fistmas Rant

A lot of people out there think they have the Fistmas spirit, when all they really have is some kinda half formed diarrhea bullshit going on upstairs. The Popanator may not have all her marbles all color coordinated or whatever, but at least... uh, yeah. I love mah Fistmas! Anyway, I see people who've corrupted the season by doing things that are just plain wrong, when they know better. Like the other day, I saw somebody honoring the ancient tradition of drawing a big heart on their door with poopies- only they weren't doing it right, god damnit!
This weirdo thought that stringing up a bunch of plants in some lame circle on her door was good enough to honor Fistmas- it made me wanna fist her poopy hole wearing a big glove made of coal. I know for a fact that that hurts like hell, and that might learn her the Fistmas spirit. I don't know what's wrong with a person like that- don't they understand that this is a holy season of poopies and togetherness? Plants, man, WTF?!?!?! It ain't Arbor Day!
I even saw that most beloved cultural icon being disrespected the other day. Everybody knows that Fisty Claus brings the tastiest poopies to all the little children of the world, with a special emphasis on the ones who don't poop very well. You may not know this, but at one point the Popanator wasn't blessed with all this poopy power like she is now. And Fisty Claus saved me in a very important way- TESTIFY! But these corn laden fucktards have given him the derogatory title of Sanah, or something dumb like that. I hope their shit holes don't even get fisted this year, the traitors!
Spread the spirit of Fistmas!

Fistmas Carol

Here is a Fistmas carol I love to sing around the Holiday season. Its called "Tony the Gayman" Sing it in the tune of Frosty the snowman:

Tony the Gayman was a jolly faggy soul



With a corn cop pipe shoved up his prick


And two dicks up his ass


Tony the Gayman is a fairy tale they say


He was made of gizz


But the faggots know how he came to life one day


There must of been some magic in


That ol' dildo they found


For when they shoved it up his ass


He began to dance around

Tony the Gayman alive as he could be


And the faggots say he could fuck and suck


Just the same as you and me

Tony the Gayman knew the Christians were out that day


So he said lets run and have some fun before I get killed


Down to the village with a penis in his hand


Runnin' here and there all around the square


Sayin' catch me if you can
He led them down the streets of town


Right up to the Christian


And he only paused a moment when he heard him holler stop
Tony the Gayman


Had to hurry on his way


But he waved goodbye sayin' please don't cry


I'll be back again some day!!!1!

Fistmas Traditions!!!!1!

Hey everybody! In the true Fistmas tradition, your old pal the Popanator has been doing her fisting exercises with the renewed vigor that only this beautiful season can plunge into me. It's true, I can normally get a little bit past the elbow, but I was doing some inspirational research and found something really cool about the art of Fist Fu. Did you know that some poop fetish types can actually get all the way to the elbow?
Man, I can't wait until my Ethan gets word of that. He's pretty ambitious when it comes to giving me pleasure. Damn, can he ever be a sexy dominant manly man, when he orders me to lick the delicious poopy remnants (with the occasional bit of corn) off of his arm after he's given me a good fist reaming. He doesn't have an ax (they stopped letting him have sharp objects back in '97), but can still be the hot lumberjack that chops down my tree. After all, you don't need an ax when it's a soft Fistmas tree made out of delicious poopies!

It sure does take awhile to make a proper Fistmas tree. Have you started on yours yet? I should post a picture of mine when it's finished- but I might not. You know how it is when you "should" do something, but then you get overcome with the spirit of wanting to romp through the yummy poopies, and make love to your sweetie underneath (and inside of) their warm squishiness? Damn, I love my poop fetish- and my asshole's gettin' a little wet just thinking about it.

Fistmas Crafts!

Here is a fun way to decorate your Fistmas tree with homemade lights!!!

What you need:
30 used tampons (I save mine up for months just to smell and taste them later. Mmmm...)
6 foot of twine

What you do is space the used tampons evenly apart. They are already nicely coloured a festive shade of red. Then tie the tampon strings to the twine. Put it on your tree and vola! It looks like Fistmas lights!

Poopcorn ornaments:

What you need:
Corn laden poo
String

Take the corn laden poo and roll it up into little balls. Then take the string and threat it though the corn laden poo. Vola! Fistmas ornament. Now put that on you tree!!!

I hope these crafts help you have the best Fistmas tree in the neighbourhood!!!
Now its time to put presents under that tree!

The best gifts are the ones you make yourself!

This has been such a long busy week for me. I haven't had time to change my panties. I peeled them off after several days and I ended up with the most beautiful piece of fabric imaginable!!! My white grannie panties had a delcious chocoalate stripe down the back of them. They also had a fluffy white center with my vaginal yeast drippings. Mmmm.... It smelled delicious!!!

I thought about just licking up the delicious gifts my body had excreted, but then I remeber my love Ethan. I put my delicious panties in a zip lock baggie and put a beautiful gift bow on it. I gave it to my sweetest Ethan as an early Fistmas gift. He was delighted and licked up the chocolate stripe!!! Mmm... Then licked up the white goodness from my vag fungus. He was so happy he told me he had been wearing his boxers for 3 weeks and gave them to me. I licked up the delicious corn laden poo drippings! It was a beautiful gift of love!!
Don't have time to make your gift? Buy one!

Fistmas spirit!

Hey, everybody! Popanator here, your naughty little Fistmas nymph spreading the love and joy of shithole fisting with the kind of poop fetish you've come to know and love out of me. My leaking anus has prizes like a cracker jack box for all of you guys- I really want to share the naughty, beautiful joys of Fistmas with everybody! I'm just so overcome with it, and I want to share my poop fetish with everybody.


So I'm thinking, how can a girl like me open up her leaking anus, and spread all the goodies around like butter on toast? Well, I considered going to everybody's house, and leaving a steamer on their doorstep. But seriously, that would take the rest of my life- and I'd NEVER get to everybody! That would be a tragedy in the modern world, that the Fistmas spirit could die so young, and the poop fetish people all over the world could be forced to go without.
But I am determined to show Fistmas to everybody. So come one, come all to my poopy tree! Ethan and I have been seeking out donations of delicious poopies, so we can turn our simple poop fetish into something better than it's ever been before. And when we have plenty, we're going to top it off with a delicious, corn laden turd fresh from my leaking anus. Of course, we'll probably eat it in a week, but oh well!
Merry Fistmas!

The Story of Fistmas

It's Fistmas time, everybody! Maybe you've never heard of this wonderful holiday, so I'll tell you the story of how fisting turned the winter into its snowy, poopy playground.
A long time ago, there was a man who had never fisted his poopy hole. It's okay, we were all virgins at one time. He was a nice guy, ran a school full of orphans who'd lost limbs in a war. Many of these little boys and girls didn't even have a hand to make a fist with- it brings some tears to my eyes just thinking about such a fate befalling an innocent child.
The man (whose name has been lost to the ages) took up a collection all over town, trying to raise money to buy the little kiddies toys for some other winter holiday that people used to celebrate. Nowadays it's turned into nothing but a chance for retailers to laugh while fat parents torture employees who need to work long days just to eat. Yeah, I used to work retail- how'd you know?
Anyway, the man could only get together enough money to buy some coal- at least they'd be warm during the nights. But one night, an angel appeared to him- a beautiful brown angel who told him to reach deep into his poopy hole, and extract the bounty that could only be given from on high. So the man did as he was told, fisting his shit hole until his arm almost dislocated from being all the way in there.


When he pulled out his hand, he had a glorious handful of delicious, corn laden poopies! Again and again he reached up there, and kept on pulling poopies out of there until there were plenty for all the little children to enjoy. I'm sorry if I don't write right now, I'm crying a little bit. That story is just so beautiful. It's my quest to make Fistmas the most popular and celebrated holiday of this season.
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Happy Thanksgiving!!!1!!!

For all of you living in the states Happy Thanksgiving! I am celebrating today by make a CornLadenPooacorpia of delicious corn laden poo! I took some of my more plyable poopies and made them into the shape of the Cornucopia or Copraphilia, I don't know how to spell that shit, but anyway It looked really cool. Then I shoved some corn cobs in it will blue and yellow corn. Mmm... The corn laden poo is also edible and the specks of corn in it have even more snacks.

Ethan made some of his artwork! He made a turkey out of his poopies. He had some red streaky ones because he has been putting a lot of things up his poopie hole lately. He used the carrots he has been shoving up his ass as tail feathers

I even made a pie out of some of the poopies I had that have been filled with nuts. I call it pecan poopie pie!!! Yum!!!!1!!! I wish each and everyone of you were over here to share this delicious feast with me!

When you are done with your poopie feast, start your Fistmas shopping early!!!1!