Stuck to the toilet seat!

 I love the toilet so much I decided I wanted to stay there forever. But, other people in my life kept bugging me and taking me away from my beloved toilet. I came up with the best solution evar! I super glued my fisting bumpers to the toilet seat. Ethan couldn't even pull me away! Hahaha! I am here forver!I can go poopie whenever I want. If someone wants to bug me, fine go to my shit room. My sanctuary. The toilet also stores up my poopies like a refrigerator. I can pick out a nice cold one when I'm hungery! I can pick out the corn bits as desert!

I am a god damn genius!

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!

Tampon Instructions

While I was siting on the toilet giving birth to a delicious corn laden poopie I needed something to read. The only thing I could find around was a box of tampons I ocassional shove up my poopie hole to hold in all the pooey wet juices when I leek. Hey, whenever you fist yourself like I do, somethings things just leeked out!

Then, I found the motherload of erotic cartoons! It was right in the packaging. These slutty cartoons just shoe the tampon up their cunt like its a cock.



Oh, fuck yeah! Everything about that shit just made me so hawnee I fisted my poopie hole until it bled. The half-born poopie got smushed around. I had to rub the shit all over myself. MMmm.... So squish, so erotic! Thanks, Tampon Slut!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Sorry this is so late, guys. It's been one hell of a great birthday. Yep, that's right, your old pal the Popanator is a year old today. Now, I'm actually a good deal older than that, but I've been trolling the Interwebs and fisting the world wide shit hole for 365 days. That's like 31 million seconds, or something. I don't care, I'm not a mathematician. But if you ask mah Ethan, I'm a hell of a good lay.


See, we normally fuck and fist each other in a position that sort of resembles a pretzel. I'm interviewing artistic talent to see if I can get things like that drawn out, but just imagine what you would do if you had a really great lover, really limber joints, and a love of scraping all of the delicious, corn laden poo out of your most beloved's poopy hole. It's pretty romantic, not to mention hot as hell.

I've been digging really deep into my colon to see what I can pull out for you guys. I don't just sit down and write this chronicle of my life without thinking about it. I really smear my shit across the keyboard, if ya know what I mean. I'm gonna make this year a whole lot better than last year was. I'm gonna answer you guys' prayers for great Popanator swag, the Popanator novel is finally going to be fisted out, and... uh, you wanted something else, and you'll get it. This year nobody's gonna burn my corn, nobody's gonna take my Ethan from me, and nobody's gonna be a funnier, fistier Internet bad-ass than the Popanator. Can I get a hell yeah? Happy birthday to me!

Mrs Crumplebottom

Sorry, I haven't been writing for a while, some shit got fucked up and I have been doing nothing but playing Sims 2. I just can't help it, there is this old woman on there Mrs. Crumplebottom. I am in love with that old granny. I love old women. Their vag holes are so loose from years of experience! I can fist that shit.



An added bonus is she hits people with her purse! That is so fucking hawt!!1!!! Mmmm... I love to be smacked before I get fist. Everything about that old bitch make me so hawnee! I'd fist that into submission!


Mmmm... take out those teeth and gum me until I have a turdgasm in that sexxxy mouth!

Poopie Music!!!/!!

I was hanging out in the pawnshop yesterday, just to see what they had going on and what kinds of neat shit people might have parted with for some extra drug money. They sure did have a lot of guns on display- sick stuff, even for me. But they also had some neat things, like weed whackers (which I hear don't even have any weed in them... rip off) and some musical instruments. When I saw that cute little flute hanging on the wall, I get this funny feeling deep in my bowels- love at first blow.


So I paid the guy what he wanted, and took my new flute home with me, thinking about how much fun we would have together. There's just something special and magical about a girl and her flute, you know? I had read about this French guy who used to fart into a horn he had specially made, and how much he had dazzled audiences. At heart, I feel the pull of the stage, too. But first I have to practice!

I stuck my flute into mah poopy hole and gave it all I had... and no sound came out. Hmm, that usually works. Then I remembered that you have to lick the reed. Silly me. So I stuck him back in there, and my pretty poopies came out of the little holes with a beautiful squishing sound. All I need now is a little practice and some accompaniment (maybe my autistic Brother Willie on his autismophone and Ethan on his accordian), and we can take this act on the road.

Poopie High

I heard a rumor that if you put your poopies into a pot, you can huff it like gasoline and get a really good buzz off of it. I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know I like the idea. So I got a pot, took a big corn laden shit in it, and took a massive hit off my shit. I giggled a little bit when my hair fell into my turd pile- it's a lot cheaper than hair dye, not to mention that it's all soft and conditioning. Man, is there anything poopies can't do?

It took a few good hits before I really felt anything. I guess I've got a pretty strong resistance to poopies, on account of my poop fetish and all that. So I inhaled it like the soothing balm of a middle eastern mystic, and let the visions begin to wash over me. Man was it deep. At first the colors of the room got brighter. Then I could feel my ass start talking to me- I couldn't understand him 'cause he wasn't speaking english. I also don't know why my poopy hole was a guy, but he had a really deep voice like Darth Vader or something.
He commanded me to shit out my new god. So I crawled on my hands and knees like an enslaved temple priestess, slowly shitting out a long and curvy turd. I didn't know I had that much inside of me, but it just wouldn't stop coming. When I was done, it started slithering towards me like a snake, and commanded me to open my legs and receive the holy seed.
When I wake up, the entire room was covered in shit. I don't know if I'm pregnant or not, but that was some good shit.