Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!!!!!!! For once I will share something non-poopie related! Hey, I love other things than poopies. Here is Auld Lang Syne finally sung correctly. I never thought anyone could sing this correctly that I had to play it over and over. Enjoy!

Frosty the Poo Man!!!1!!

Today I finally decided to make that snowman I wanted to make. Unfortunately whenever I walked outside it was 50 degrees and all my snow had melted. But, being the resourceful person I am I went out to the meadow and found some delicious cow poopies. After snacking on those for a few moments, I had an idea! Making a snowman out of poopies. I collected all the delicious corn laden poo bits and rolled them all up into a nice snowman. Then I took some of my dried up black poopies for the eyes and mouth. And of course, I shoved the carrot where it belongs... up the poopie hole!!! Mmm... and edible snowman. My neighbours are probably proud of my art work. I know there are, because when they walk by they have tears of joy from the delightful smells of my sculpture!

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!!

Poppy Pants Superstar!!!!

If I were gonna write a musical, I think I'd call it "Poopy Pants Superstar." I can't get that out of my head... "poopy pants, SUPERstaaaaaaaar!" I mean think about it. What could be more powerful than the ability to save your poopies in the convenient pocket you're already wearing every place you go? It's like the naughty equivalent of being able to save some kind of religious artifact.


When the time gets nigh, make sure to hold your beloved tighter than an unfisted sphincter underneath the poopytoe. If you've never hung up a poopytoe before, that's just a mistletoe decorated with delicious, lovely corn laden poo. Maybe I'm just a lovesick little puppy, but my Ethan just drives my poopy hole into spasms of love and lust and just plain gooey goodness. He really fists my shithole, if ya know what I mean ;)

So maybe one of these days you'll hit the local theater and check out Poopy Pants Superstar- I'm not that good at writing long stuff, but if you guys wanted to see it, I'd do whatever it takes to make you guys happy. I mean it- I love you guys. If you were hurt, I'd fist out my own guts to use as a tourniquet, and coat your wounds with holy healing poopies- because you absolutely rock!

On the Twelth Day of Fistmas...

On the twelfth day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me twelve humpers humping,

eleven pissy fountains,
ten dead cats rotting,
nine maggots dancing,
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.

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 Tenth Day of Fistmas...

On the tenth day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me ten dead cats rotting,

nine maggots dancing,
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.

Just answer the poll!

Just another day at the ofc of Popanator LLC. Seriously guys, answer the poll. I want to know how better to make this website an awesome experience. Soon I will be moving my info to a new site and I want to know what products you want to see. I am the poopie genie and shit out whatever you want. Just answer the poll arleady or make a note in the comments. Its all anonymous and I want to serve my poopie freaks!

Fistmas Presents

I was wrapping some Fistmas presents today and found a barbie doll. She was there with her legs kinda spread showing those clean white panties. It made me so hawnee I fingered my shithole and whiped the pooey wet juices on those panties. MMmm... Then I realized I made an action figure!! A poopie action figure! I put the doll back in the box happy that I just took a boring present and turned it into something awesome!!!

Just say no to boring gifts!

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.

Delightful Smells!

I haven't had time to bathe the past few days.  My panties have the msot delisicous smell today. They smell like a can of tuna. Also, my anal leekage has been dripping on my panties too! I took a big wiff of the tuna scented poopies and just got so hungry I ate the crotch of my panties! It was like eating Chicken of the Sea in my panties! Mmmm...

Only 6 more shopping days until Fistmas!

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!

Get a Voki now!

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!

Romance with my shit buddy!

I love shit, I love poopies, and I love my Ethan. Say what you will about religion, but that's my holy trinity right there. I found out that this company is making a two person toilet the other day, and I wanna save up and buy the first one. That is probably the most romantic idea for introducing "vanilla" people to the joys of a proper poop fetish, and what it means to share your poopies with your partner. As a matter of fact, I want whoever designed that beautiful beast to autograph it for me, so I'll have a real collector's item. Then Ethan and I can poop together, and then swap seats and enjoy the little brown presents we leave one another in our own bowls.
We tried dog bowls once, but that was kinda strange.

I think it's great that I have a man who loves my naughty little poop fetish. If I didn't have one, that handsome, wonderful man would've gone and found himself another girl who did. So I guess I'm grateful that I'm a little kooky sometimes, because I just wouldn't have my life any other way. I hope this Fistmas season, you guys all take some time to think of what you're happy and grateful for- because Fistmas is about more than just shit holes.
The perfect gift for your shit buddy!

If I were queen...

Sometimes I dream of life being queen. I would have my own little poopy land and Fistmas will be a natural holiday. I would stit upon my throne which will be a toilet. Mmm... Then I would ocassionally bob for corn laden snacks. I would have a robe made of toilet paper and a crown made of poopies with the corn being my jewels. I would spread the love of poopies and have everyone worship the big 80ft tall poopie. He is a magical creature that spreads all that warm squishy goodness.

There will be no hunger in my land. We will just keep eating our poopies and never go hungry. There will aslo be fields of blue and yellow corn so we can all have delicious corn laden poo.

All offical business will be done from my bathroom, which would be everyone room of the house. The walls will be painted in delicious poopies for all to lick. MMmmmm..... All furniture will be made from poopies. Poopies are a renewable resource. We will never run out of poopies.

People will love me. I would stop the wasting of delicious poopies. We try to bury them and hide them. Imagine if we used them and ate them! No more waste. Also, with the extra poopies we can make poopie artwork. It will keep the local artists in business. Mmmm...

That is all of my fantasy for now. Just imagine a world of delicious corn laden poo....
Decorate your castle!

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!

Check your SPAM box!

Okay, here is a serious post. If you have signed up to recieve updates in your email and are not recieving them, they are probably in your SPAM box. I had to fish out several from mine and also from my email address Popanator2010@yahoo.com. Apparently, someone has marked my email and posts as SPAM. I do not SPAM anyone! I don't need to. If you no longer want to see my posts anymore just simply unsubscribe, instead of marking as SPAM. That goes for anything you are subscribed to. Apparently if just one person marks an email as SPAM it is sent the the enternal void of the SPAM box for everybody. (I don't know if this is just a glitch of Yahoo.)

Enough with my rant and back to the Fistmas spirit. I love each and everyone of you subscribers. Stay tuned for more updates!

Love,

Popanator