Why EL PLOG?
El Plog exists because I love poop, in a most platonic manner. Maybe love isn’t the right word, but poop is interesting. My relationship with poop is at the pre-prubescent stage where I am unwilling to admit I like the opposite sex though I am becoming increasingly curious.
Also, I am tired of reading college blogs that are hyper-conservative or hyper-liberal in which they complain about America’s lack of intellectual culture. To them I say: YOU are the reason America is not “intellectual!” And thank goodness.
There exist web sites that contain daily poop logs, poop stories archives, stores that will mail your enemies poop, poop cartoons and poems and songs, and even poop candy. But this is different, you see. If William Matthews can write a beautiful poem about a drunken piss, poop can have a web site with dignity. I present, now, POOP. In a nice, dinner-table-manners way.
Your mother may never read this journal, but neither would I read hers. My own mother might call me gross. My grandmother might blush.
Nonetheless, like a Phoenix from the ashes, beauty will rise where once there was only seweresque odor.
In the next months you can expect to read personal anecdotes, learn fascinating statistics, cook recipes for maximum poop coloration, try the infamous corn experiment, investigate etymologies, be advised on how to enjoy pooping, and perhaps witness an occasional picture (not just of poop). There will be more. Stay tuned, friends, and DISCOVER THE BEAUTY OF POOP.
Also, I am tired of reading college blogs that are hyper-conservative or hyper-liberal in which they complain about America’s lack of intellectual culture. To them I say: YOU are the reason America is not “intellectual!” And thank goodness.
There exist web sites that contain daily poop logs, poop stories archives, stores that will mail your enemies poop, poop cartoons and poems and songs, and even poop candy. But this is different, you see. If William Matthews can write a beautiful poem about a drunken piss, poop can have a web site with dignity. I present, now, POOP. In a nice, dinner-table-manners way.
Your mother may never read this journal, but neither would I read hers. My own mother might call me gross. My grandmother might blush.
Nonetheless, like a Phoenix from the ashes, beauty will rise where once there was only seweresque odor.
In the next months you can expect to read personal anecdotes, learn fascinating statistics, cook recipes for maximum poop coloration, try the infamous corn experiment, investigate etymologies, be advised on how to enjoy pooping, and perhaps witness an occasional picture (not just of poop). There will be more. Stay tuned, friends, and DISCOVER THE BEAUTY OF POOP.
posted by Sydneyann at 4:33 PM
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Post, bro! Post!
For the good of humanity.
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