Don't worry. These won't be on the test.

A Facebook group is asking us to join in the fun.

Why?

What are you doing on November 19? I'll be squatting for sanitation's future.

Calling this a liberal art is an understatement.

A bowl for a bowl leaves the whole world blind.

PoopReport's about to hit the road!

Sit back, relax, and see if you learn something.

Nobody fucks with the rhesus!

How I learned to love European toilets.

A glorious moment now immortalized in song.

My own brand of justice.

Passing the time with another form of passing.

Once again, there's the question: can turd terrorism be justified?

An evildoer repents. But not really.

A quest has begun.

Looks like Dave is no longer PoopReport's most famous author.

Have the Olympics forgotten the most basic of competitive sports?

Ewww. Wait -- how much? Hmm... no, ewww.

Where does a life of poop lead? You'd be surprised. (Or not.)

A classic act of turd terrorism.

For once, let's just laugh about it.

Even the blue bloods eat beans.

What if the gas you pass had hue?

If you want to win, you have to go all-out.

Revenge is a dish best served hot out of the oven.

Gastronomic gambles greet a greedy gut with mercilessly more than grueling gas.

A riveting example of the law of unintended consequences.

Revenge is a dish best served steamy.

Flying through air with the greatest of ease...