Popping the Cherry

Despite my aversion to the ubiquitous ovine psyche, I hereby throw my hat into this ring of intellectual (or otherwise) SPEW referred to as Le Blog. I simply lack the self control or restraint required to bite my tongue, or sit upon my hands as it were, any longer.

The sole motivating factor in the creation of ProctoLogic? I just wanna discuss my shit, literally or otherwise, without the disapproving, mortified glares of those uber-moralistic individuals who truly believe theirs in no way, shape or form offends the olfactory senses. (Sorry peeps, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, but your feces is not very petunia-like.) I like my shit. I am proud of my creation. It's the one thing in this world to which I can claim sole proprietary rights. I would die happy if each of my small contributions to the local Waste Management Facility popped out with the tag line "NOOBERS™." But, I digress...

Fear not! Photos of said topics shall not grace this site. A photographer, I'm not. 'Tis better to utilize your own powers of mental visualization than for me to make it easy for you, n'est pas? Just don't forget your triple-ply, quilted Charmin when you return. My spidey senses suggest you may need it!