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 sunday, january 07The real poop I have a high squish factor. It doesn't take much for me to well up and feel overly emotional while watching movies, the news and sometimes, even commercials. Take the Pamper's Forever Young commercial. Have you seen it? Rod Stewart crooning along to a myriad of images of animals and their infant young cavorting in a natural habitat. There is enough sweetness to ensure an immediate sugar coma for those who watch it, but every time, every time it appears on the screen, I get all oogey inside. It's a commercial for disposable diapers, for god sakes. Disposable diapers. Those high tech biosolid collection units that adorn the posteriors of small humans everywhere and are the bane of environmentalists world wide. What should be bringing me to the point of tears? The thought of all those diapers becoming landfill.
Clem is threatening to adopt a colour for me. I'd like a star as well, though it's really just a bunch of hooey and maybe some land on the Moon. Out from under our noses: "Nostril hair grew wild until Anton Bauml gave us the famous Klipette." Animal rights groups, 'where art thou?' Friday? Panty hosed |
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