What's a "vajumba", and how do you get one to "jumo"?

A wonderful question that deserves to be answered, but unfortunately that can not be done here at the Poop Report.

The Jumoing Vajumba Cult needs to be experienced to be understood. Mere words can not explain our allure. Once you are a JVCer, you can never truly leave.Some have tried, but the memory of their time jumoing with us haunts them, and they long to return.

TAMMY YOUR STORY FUCKIN SUCKS, IT AINT WORTH MY SWEET ASS TIME DONT WRITE ANOTHER ONE............THANX!!!!!

Reminds me of a story my sister once told me. She and her husband divide up the work around the house. Because there are a lot of spiders where she lives and she is allergic, she always asks her husband to rake up the dog poo. (This usually stirs up a lot of spiders.) Well, her husband is forgetful and he didn't remember to clean up the poop one day. My sister went out to mow the lawn and mowed right over a pile of shit. It flew in her face and some of it got in her mouth. She instantly went in the house and brushed her teeth like a million times. Then she threw the toothbrush away. She was NOT happy with her man that night. Guess who slept on the couch!

Kids do the darndest things. My buddy Lynden has a boy, who when he was about two, had the habit of sticking his finger in his butt and then offering it to people to smell. The whole family was onto him.

One day, the family was taking their blind grandmother somewhere in the mini-van. Gramma sat in the third seat with little Buttfinger. After they got out onto the road there was a lull in the chatter. It was broken by a wee voice, "Gramma, smell my finger."

The vehicle almost swerved off the road as the rest of the family grappled to get the tot's finger out from beneath Gramma's nose.

This was a great read.

I could alomost picture Aru constantly going back and forth for the Listerine and toothbrush.
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