Popanovel

Alright poopie freaks, mark this date down on your calendar July 1, 2011. That is the date of the relase of the Popanovel: A Poopie Fairytale. Read a novel about how me, Popanator, struggles to become a princess and have my own poopie castle. There is something for everyone: action, romance, adventure magic, oh, and lots of POOPIES! DELICIOUS CORN LADEN POO!

I'll keep you posted about updates and news. Also news about my very own poopie castle. Hopefully, I'll be able to build it. I have been researching about drying about poopies and using them as bricks. I did some internet research and they do that in Africa. I am a genius! Poopies are useful! The Great Almight Poo gave us these delicious and extremely usefull poopies to build with and eat.

Dinner at Uncle Tony's

I have been so depressed latley trying to get over the love of my life Ethan. I thought he was the corn to my shit. *sigh* I have writing my memoirs of my poopie novel, and it iso hard. Ethan has been a bigger part of my life than I thought.

Even my  Uncle Tony took notice. I have forgiven him for cutting down my corn. I realized there are more important things than corn. Okay, not much, but still corn is only a small part of corn laden poo. I went over to his appartment. He's one of the richer ones in the family. He has an apartment.  He looked at me and saw how sad and a mess I was. I didn't even want to eat corn laden poo.

Uncle Tony then started cook. I asked, "Hey, wheres the corn laden poo?!" He was cooking grilled cheese. I haven't anything but corn and poop since March 2010.

Tony looked at me and whiped his hands on his dress. He just stated, "Man cannot live on corn laden poo alone."

"What the hell does that mean?" I just sat at the kitchen table and put my head into my hands.

"You need to stop living in either or.  You need to write your on fairytale. Noone can do it for you."

"Are you stoned?! You need to stop with the jenkem."

"You need to stop depending on people to write your fairtale. You need to write it yourself."

"Well, I have been writing in my Popanovel. I have the first three chapters written. And it is a fairtale about poopies!"

Tony looked at me and said, "See, there ya go. You've been bitching about not having enough money to build your poopie palace! You are a writer. You need to write. Its a itch you have."

"You mean like my vaginal itch?"

"No dumbass, write your novel and sell it. Then you have $."

"And then I will have enough money to build my poopie palace! Thank you Tony! You are a genius!" I gave Uncle Tony a kiss on the cheek. And then ran out and back to my house. I opened up my book and started the next chapter. MMmmm... POOPIES. With my newfound inspiration, I took a shit and then ate it!

Popanovel

Everybody's been telling me I should write a book about my little poop fetish exploits, and I totally want to do that. But you know, it's like everything else in life- sometimes it's just easier to keep up the doing (as in, eating delicious corn laden poo) than it is to get all introspective and stuff about it. I mean seriously, I've got two hands, a mountain of poopies, a veritable pool of poopy juices, a mouth that just can't get enough of it all. I have the shitty American dream, you know what I mean? And as much as I love to share (especially when it involves the beautiful products of mah poopy hole), sometimes it's hard to break free (especially when there's a little piece hangin' by mah pubes).
But I have had an idea for the Popanovel (a fan came up with that name- love ya!), and I'd love it if you guys could tell me whether it's poopylicious, or if it's just ordinary shit. Anyhow, instead of using all of those boring old words, I was thinking I could take take a tasty turd, squish it into a book like an ink blot test, and then let everybody have their own completely unique piece of Popanator art. Now, I can't create this type of thing nearly as fast as a printer can, but I can damn sure try!

New Year's Resolutions

It is a couple of days before 2011 and I have been sitting here thinking up some New Year's Resolutions. Here they are:

1. Fist my poopie hole shoulder deep instead of just elbow deep! I should be able to get it all the way in!
2. Fit my entire face up my Ethan's poo hole and just inhale his pooey gasses like a bong hit!
3. Write Popanator: The Novel, so all of you can figure out what is wrong with me!
4. Make the prefect poopie souflee and share it with my love!
5. Save up my diarrhea until June and swim in it in a pool!
6. Make the perfect poopie painting and get it hung in a art museum.

I know the pic has nothing to do with the post, but it just makes me so hawnee. My Ethan loves to shove things up his willy, sometimes poopies. Mmmm.....

Make a New Year's Resolution to buy the best crap!!