The Mastercrap is like a classic American fruit pie: first the foundation of hard logs comes out -- the big tootsie rolls that break and bend when they hit the bowl (I think of this as the crust). Next comes the filling, those good squeegee turdlets about 2-3 inches long that spiral around and pack on some good height to the mound. Finally the liquid spurts of unformed stool tops off the man pie, a perverse rendering of chocolate creme.
-- from The Mastercrap [1]
With a staccato report, I machine-gunned out a few turdlets in prelude, and then
the sour and biting diarrhea poured out with a heavy splash, like a dump truck
of gravel being emptied slowly into a swimming pool. It wasn't just Gigi who
must have heard the cacophony -- probably everybody on the entire island of
Manhattan turned on CNN to see if there had been another terrorist attack.
-- from Lady And The Cramp [2]
Words from a genius. I can't wait to see what comes out of Mastercrapper in 2003.
Also: over in the PoopReport Forums [3], we had a separate
vote on PR'er Of The Year, to see if the elite and dedicated PoopReporters had different tastes
than the masses. It turns out that we did. Congrats to G Ras -- the Forums' choice for PRerOTY.
I'm not one of those God guys, but with PoopReporters the likes of Mastercrapper and G Ras, what
other explanation could there be?
-- Dave [4]