I am a 38-year-old from Charlotte, NC. I have three post-graduate degrees, a loving wife, a beautiful daughter and a little boy on the way. Overall, you could say I'm a lucky man.
I love poo stories. I just can't help it. I love doodie humor. Pound for pound, nothing is funnier than feces. There's a continuity to excrement which ties us all together. There nothing like watching my twenty-month-old daughter get a strange look on her face, look at me imploringly and say "poopie," as she treats me to a masterful, blueberry-induced diaperload. There lies harmony. There lies art. There lies... magic!!!
Any one with some flushing suction--it doesn't have to be a gravity-bending vortex, but as long as it's not like the piece of shit in one of my house bathrooms. That fucker clogs once a week--a real shit-downer.
I was thinking of a name for my fantasy football team and had finally decided on either the Southern Hillbilly-esque "Thar's CORN in M'Sheeyit" or the more Native American sounding "Corn in His Shit." I googled "corn in feces" looking for a picture or logo to use for the team (like the star for the Dallas Cowboys, or the skull and crossbones for poison) and during my search found this site.
Oh, the joy to find kindred spirits. Here's to you, my brothers and sisters. I am home.