What can I say? I have a way....

Things poop on me....it just happens. 

As a child it was always yard snakes or friend's pets.

A lovely day on the Ptown pier in college turned horrid when a flock of seagulls (not the cool 80's kind) divebombed me with military-like precision. I lost a perfectly good ice cream cone and had to purchase all new clothing. They actually manged to cover my shirt, shorts, and the cone all in one blast. (I was most upset about the cone.)

Several years ago, the interactive Penguin Experience at Mystic Aquarium (which was very cool by the way) ended with penguin poop. 20 people petted the penguin and then I touched it. Instant liquipoop! Personally, I was honored to be singled out by the penguin.

I've branched out. Yesterday I made a baby puke on me. I say "made" because I knew that leaning her too far forward had it's risks. The sweetspot of the situation was catching the puke with my foot so it didn't hit the carpet. Score!





Run for your lives! It's Cannibal Dog!





best product name choice ever!

Argh! Monkey Butt!!!

Available at fine stores between the wart remover and jock itch relief.

Hurry in! $1.00 Off!

I would have loved to be a part of the team that came up with this packaging. Can't you just see them all sitting around the boardroom table discussing possible product names and advertising images?

(I believe "monkey butt" is what others refer to as "swamp ass")

I can't decide what I like better - the monkey's big toothy smile, the thumbs up, or his giant flaming cheeks!

If you zoom in really close, there is also something interesting on the box to the left. I would think that men are uncomfortable with the idea of a target over their "area". Is this necessary? Would guys not know where the product goes otherwise?