Well, shiz bisques, I think my doctor is going to put me on psych meds again. I just got so tired of being reminded about condoms (since I USE THEM) preventing pregnancy. Here is a conversation I had with a nurse before getting yet another cunt exam.
The fat ass nurse with an annoying voice said, "Well, if you aren't using protection, then you are just trying to get pregnant."
Being sick of hearing this, "You know condoms are only 99% effective if used properly. Meaning, with all the sex I've had in my life, my number was due to come up again."
The nurse not wanting to hear this said, "Condoms only work if you use them! They don't work if you leave them on your night stand!" Why is it idiots think condoms are the end all to everything avoiding pregnancy? Even your seasoned hookers who use condoms every time end up with at least 1 or 2 nasty surprises in their life.
I finally got fed up and spoke up. "You know, condoms are only 99% effective. So is shooting yourself in the face with a shot gun to commit suicide. Most of the time, you get what you want. 1% of the time you end up with a bloody life changing mess." She walked out quietly. Now, the doctor is wanting me to go back on my meds.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
Nick Bate
Hey, Shiz Biscuits! I've been searching high and low on Twitter for someone who loves the POO as much as I do. I found him. There is this autistic (yes, it always has to be autistic) man on Twitter who is in love with everything fecal and scatological. His name is Nick Bate and he wishes he was in a more fecal friendly land called Canada. Hey, I think that's where my baby daddy fled to. He's probably living it up right now, in his diapers smearing shit on igloo walls. *sigh*
Now, more about the man of the hour: NICK BATE
Here is his Twitter account: https://twitter.com/NickBate
Sexy Photo:
The tinfoil hat is a fashion statement and it also keeps the government from reading your brainwaves. I have a few of my own.
Favorite Party Game: Musical Anuses! "anal orgy wherein men circle aroond women while music plays. When the DJ stops it (at random) they must do the nearest butt. Each roond there is one less female than male, so whichever male is last to get his penis in a rectum is disqualified."
Religious Beliefs: "The world must realize that sex is the Lord's gift to mankind and that anal, the most intimate act, is the ultimate expression of Love. To refuse engaging in anal intercourse with one's soulmate is the rejection of God's gift. Abstinence from anal is the wickedest sin of all."
He also loves the letter "o". It is the one that looks closest to a poopie hole. Maybe he never saw *.
Prophesy of Nick Bate: "The Prophet is charged with a Holy Crusade by The One Who Is Known as I Am. The Penetration of the Anus will usher in a new Age of Peace. She who shares the bodily waste of the Prophet's earthly vessel will be the Vice Queen of the Holy Kingdom of Sodomia in the New Age The descendants of Sodomia, birthed by the Prophet and his wife shall inherit the Earth in preparation for the Advent of the Messiah. The Sodomites will prosper on Earth and in the Kingdom of Heaven for all Eternity! Faram."
I don't know if the Great Almighty Poo would approve. He's more into fecal matter than sodomy. However, Nick's page is worth a read.
Now, more about the man of the hour: NICK BATE
Here is his Twitter account: https://twitter.com/NickBate
Sexy Photo:
The tinfoil hat is a fashion statement and it also keeps the government from reading your brainwaves. I have a few of my own.
Favorite Party Game: Musical Anuses! "anal orgy wherein men circle aroond women while music plays. When the DJ stops it (at random) they must do the nearest butt. Each roond there is one less female than male, so whichever male is last to get his penis in a rectum is disqualified."
Religious Beliefs: "The world must realize that sex is the Lord's gift to mankind and that anal, the most intimate act, is the ultimate expression of Love. To refuse engaging in anal intercourse with one's soulmate is the rejection of God's gift. Abstinence from anal is the wickedest sin of all."
He also loves the letter "o". It is the one that looks closest to a poopie hole. Maybe he never saw *.
Prophesy of Nick Bate: "The Prophet is charged with a Holy Crusade by The One Who Is Known as I Am. The Penetration of the Anus will usher in a new Age of Peace. She who shares the bodily waste of the Prophet's earthly vessel will be the Vice Queen of the Holy Kingdom of Sodomia in the New Age The descendants of Sodomia, birthed by the Prophet and his wife shall inherit the Earth in preparation for the Advent of the Messiah. The Sodomites will prosper on Earth and in the Kingdom of Heaven for all Eternity! Faram."
I don't know if the Great Almighty Poo would approve. He's more into fecal matter than sodomy. However, Nick's page is worth a read.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Tard Story
I was thinking Friday, while I was working at the warehouse, about how much my life has changed. In the beginning of 2012, my life was nothing but observing one tard story after another. At work I babysat retards and I lived with my autistic brother Willie. My life now a days is tard free. I was pondering this at work when all the sudden I had to go to the toilet. It wasn't poopies like I wanted, but I still needed to take a piss.
In the shit house at work, we had to keep the light off when it wasn't in use. Whatever, I turned on the light and went into a stall. The next thing I know, my supervisor walked in and blurted out, "Hey who left the light on?!"
I shouted back from the stall, "I'm in here."
She said, "Okay...Uh, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Do you need any help?"
WTF?! I was freaked out at this point, but calmly said, "No, I"m good."
She just said, "Okay." The next thing I knew, the light was turned off and she left the bathroom. She's still more intelligent than the tards I worked with at the call center.
In the shit house at work, we had to keep the light off when it wasn't in use. Whatever, I turned on the light and went into a stall. The next thing I know, my supervisor walked in and blurted out, "Hey who left the light on?!"
I shouted back from the stall, "I'm in here."
She said, "Okay...Uh, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Do you need any help?"
WTF?! I was freaked out at this point, but calmly said, "No, I"m good."
She just said, "Okay." The next thing I knew, the light was turned off and she left the bathroom. She's still more intelligent than the tards I worked with at the call center.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Delicate Poppy
Morning or evening (depending on where you live) my shiz biscuits. Now while I was out doing my tom fuckery, I ended up getting myself knocked up. I mixed some new DNA into my gene pool. Well, the baby daddy has freaked out and since left the country. Typical man, doing what they do best, running. Sigh, this isn't like Australia, to where if you were to try to run in a hurry there was no bordering countries.
Well, since I am a single mom...again... I did the only thing I can. I got this job thingie. I'm working in a warehouse. It is so much different than a whorehouse where I've worked in the past. I remember interning at the whorehouse before as "The Poopy Fister!". Sometimes, I miss the good old days of going around to customers asking who needed their poo holes cleaned.
Daaaammmn that bitch in the photo has a bigger poo hole than I do. She would make my hero, Goatse jealous. Now, what was I talking about, oh, working at a warehouse. Yeah, I get annoyed when people ask if I should be lifting boxes because I'm knocked up. Some people act like they are worried that if I lift something a baby would shoot out of my cunt like a rocket. If that was true, than poo would also shoot out of my poopie hole like a rocket. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME! When I pray tonight to the Great Almighty Poo, I will ask for poo powered rockets! Imagine the fun I would have. It would be like the 4th of July every day!!!
I must go now and pray. May the Great Almighty Poo bless each and every one of you. I hope he inspires me to greatness. I hope he inspires me to do something awesome like right the Bible of the Great Almighty Poo! I know he saved my life to do something great!!!!
Well, since I am a single mom...again... I did the only thing I can. I got this job thingie. I'm working in a warehouse. It is so much different than a whorehouse where I've worked in the past. I remember interning at the whorehouse before as "The Poopy Fister!". Sometimes, I miss the good old days of going around to customers asking who needed their poo holes cleaned.
Daaaammmn that bitch in the photo has a bigger poo hole than I do. She would make my hero, Goatse jealous. Now, what was I talking about, oh, working at a warehouse. Yeah, I get annoyed when people ask if I should be lifting boxes because I'm knocked up. Some people act like they are worried that if I lift something a baby would shoot out of my cunt like a rocket. If that was true, than poo would also shoot out of my poopie hole like a rocket. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME! When I pray tonight to the Great Almighty Poo, I will ask for poo powered rockets! Imagine the fun I would have. It would be like the 4th of July every day!!!
I must go now and pray. May the Great Almighty Poo bless each and every one of you. I hope he inspires me to greatness. I hope he inspires me to do something awesome like right the Bible of the Great Almighty Poo! I know he saved my life to do something great!!!!
Sunday, May 5, 2013
I'M BACK!
After a very long and grueling illness, I'm back!!! Come on, you didn't think a little bug could kill me, did you? Being in and out of hospitals since October has left me unemployed once more. Well, not for long, because I start a new job next week, but yeah, you get the point.
During my last stay at the hospital on April 4th, I was laying in bed, with an IV stuck in my arm, yet again.I haven't ate or drank in 5 days. Then I saw a vision, it look like the biggest poopie I've ever seen, specked in corn with a mouth that also had corn for teeth. The giant poo floated down from the ceiling on to my bed. I thought great, I've been off my psych meds so now I'm seeing things again. But, no, this was different. The poopie spoke to me. He had a loud booming voice and said, "Oh, great priestest of the Great Almighty Poo Church, I shall spare you. You will once again, be healthy! You must however, spread the gospel of the Great Almighty Poo!" The spirit of the Great Almighty Poo floated into me, like you floating into me, or me floating into you.
I passed out. On April 5th, I woke up. I no longer felt the normal blinding pain stomach pain, I've been so used to. I actually ate and drank with no vomiting! The POO spared me! On April 6th, I went out for a walk. Yes, the sun was blinding and reflected off my pale, my face was still dry. Each day, I got healthier and healthier. I was back to enjoying delicious corn cobs! I was able to poo again! I once again had DELICIOUS CORN LADEN POO!
One month later, I feel about 10 years young than I had in years! It was a miraculous recovery! My doctor says my recovery was a little too miraculous. However, my psychatrist says I need to go back on my psych meds asap. Nah, I've been without them for a month.I don't need them! I'm full of the poo!
During my last stay at the hospital on April 4th, I was laying in bed, with an IV stuck in my arm, yet again.I haven't ate or drank in 5 days. Then I saw a vision, it look like the biggest poopie I've ever seen, specked in corn with a mouth that also had corn for teeth. The giant poo floated down from the ceiling on to my bed. I thought great, I've been off my psych meds so now I'm seeing things again. But, no, this was different. The poopie spoke to me. He had a loud booming voice and said, "Oh, great priestest of the Great Almighty Poo Church, I shall spare you. You will once again, be healthy! You must however, spread the gospel of the Great Almighty Poo!" The spirit of the Great Almighty Poo floated into me, like you floating into me, or me floating into you.
I passed out. On April 5th, I woke up. I no longer felt the normal blinding pain stomach pain, I've been so used to. I actually ate and drank with no vomiting! The POO spared me! On April 6th, I went out for a walk. Yes, the sun was blinding and reflected off my pale, my face was still dry. Each day, I got healthier and healthier. I was back to enjoying delicious corn cobs! I was able to poo again! I once again had DELICIOUS CORN LADEN POO!
One month later, I feel about 10 years young than I had in years! It was a miraculous recovery! My doctor says my recovery was a little too miraculous. However, my psychatrist says I need to go back on my psych meds asap. Nah, I've been without them for a month.I don't need them! I'm full of the poo!
Sunday, January 27, 2013
The Old Days
Damn it, I have to admit it, sometimes I miss the old days. I was working on writing my book about my adventures of 2012. I mean, it was one hell of a year. I was chewed up, spit out, and somehow succeeded. My life is better now, but damn it, sometimes I miss the fun. The fun of shit smearing, the adventure, the romance.
I was in the part of my book on Friday, where I wrote about my adventures at work. One day, I was a little peeved about the stupid shit going on, so I decided to show how I felt with art. I stood up on the toilet seat while fully on my period. I had diarrhea that day too, so I pulled down my diaper, stood up there proud and just shit and bled all over the seat and down the tank. Oh, my fucking God did it feel good! It was like a bomb went off in my poop hole. I whiped my ass with a bit of toilet paper and just wiped it on the wall in a nice brown and red streak. I pulled up my diaper and went back into work like it didn't happen. Hilarity ensued.
Driving down to Evansville this weekend, I pulled into a gas station. Now, months of all this normal training have been kind of a bore. All I do is read, do churchy stuff, volunteer, work, and all that goody good stuff. Hell, I feel guilty I have a boyfriend. Now, I'm all worried about soul mate shit and if I'll ever have one again. I decided to lighten up, do what I do best.
I walked into the gas station and went into the bathroom. I hiked up my long skirt and squated over the floor. I took a bloody shit. It was a diarrhea, period laden shit. It felt so good. Feeling inspired, I rubbed it all over the trash can. Ahhhh, the Popanator was comming back out. I went and rubbed it all over the sink and mirror. Oh, shit this feels so good. Smearing my shit, brought back delightful memories of when life was simple. When I didn't worry about being a normal adult. I loved getting back to the basic love of corn laden poo!
After my adventure, I went to my boyfriend's house, who now says I need to grow up more. I haven't quite gotten my shit together figuratively and literally. Writing in my new book "The Age of Gemini" is bringing up some old thoughts and feelings. Though 2012 sucked ass, some parts were exciting, some informative, some parts broke my heart, almost broke my spirit. I feel as though, through pain, I've grown up. But, damn it, why can't I sometimes do poo play?! Why can't I be both Popanator and Poppy? Is life supposed to be boring? I am confused. I poopy part wants to come out, like explosive diarrhea...
I was in the part of my book on Friday, where I wrote about my adventures at work. One day, I was a little peeved about the stupid shit going on, so I decided to show how I felt with art. I stood up on the toilet seat while fully on my period. I had diarrhea that day too, so I pulled down my diaper, stood up there proud and just shit and bled all over the seat and down the tank. Oh, my fucking God did it feel good! It was like a bomb went off in my poop hole. I whiped my ass with a bit of toilet paper and just wiped it on the wall in a nice brown and red streak. I pulled up my diaper and went back into work like it didn't happen. Hilarity ensued.
Driving down to Evansville this weekend, I pulled into a gas station. Now, months of all this normal training have been kind of a bore. All I do is read, do churchy stuff, volunteer, work, and all that goody good stuff. Hell, I feel guilty I have a boyfriend. Now, I'm all worried about soul mate shit and if I'll ever have one again. I decided to lighten up, do what I do best.
I walked into the gas station and went into the bathroom. I hiked up my long skirt and squated over the floor. I took a bloody shit. It was a diarrhea, period laden shit. It felt so good. Feeling inspired, I rubbed it all over the trash can. Ahhhh, the Popanator was comming back out. I went and rubbed it all over the sink and mirror. Oh, shit this feels so good. Smearing my shit, brought back delightful memories of when life was simple. When I didn't worry about being a normal adult. I loved getting back to the basic love of corn laden poo!
After my adventure, I went to my boyfriend's house, who now says I need to grow up more. I haven't quite gotten my shit together figuratively and literally. Writing in my new book "The Age of Gemini" is bringing up some old thoughts and feelings. Though 2012 sucked ass, some parts were exciting, some informative, some parts broke my heart, almost broke my spirit. I feel as though, through pain, I've grown up. But, damn it, why can't I sometimes do poo play?! Why can't I be both Popanator and Poppy? Is life supposed to be boring? I am confused. I poopy part wants to come out, like explosive diarrhea...
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Is Popanator Dead?
Okay poopie freaks, I know I have a lot of explaining to do. I have gotten a few emails asking about why I am writing about more serious things and basically what the hell happened to me. After several months of taking psych meds and intensive counseling there was a personality change in me. That is what I wanted. I basically paid people a shit load of money to change who I am. I know I have annoyed people by writing about topics like church and sobriety. I guess I am Popanating the other end of the spectrum.
Now, don't fear poopie freaks, Popanator is still an aspect of my personality. I can't kill her completely and sometimes poopie jokes just pop out. They are getting fewer and farther between though. I may come back from time to time and write a blurb.
Right now, I am trying different aspects of writing. So, the answer is no, Popanator is not dead. She is evolving. Just like all humans, she has different aspects of her personality. Yes I did create a new website as all of you noticed to write my more serious ramblings. I love writing and hope to do that for the rest of my life.
I hope that answers your questions. If not, feel free to spam my inbox and apologies for posting yet another serious blurb on the not so serious site.
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Now, don't fear poopie freaks, Popanator is still an aspect of my personality. I can't kill her completely and sometimes poopie jokes just pop out. They are getting fewer and farther between though. I may come back from time to time and write a blurb.
Right now, I am trying different aspects of writing. So, the answer is no, Popanator is not dead. She is evolving. Just like all humans, she has different aspects of her personality. Yes I did create a new website as all of you noticed to write my more serious ramblings. I love writing and hope to do that for the rest of my life.
I hope that answers your questions. If not, feel free to spam my inbox and apologies for posting yet another serious blurb on the not so serious site.
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