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The Story of the Poop

With my recent turlets post and the awesome bathroom antics over at IHJ, I figured this an appropriate time for this post, which has been cooking for some time.

Back in Taiwan, about a month ago*, I was getting all gussied up for Bob's wedding (keep in mind that "gussied up" for me is like decent looking for anyone else). When I got my fancy slacks on, I noticed something in the pocket: it was a piece of rubber poop. What immediately came out of my mouth was, "Well played, Allison."

For some time now, whenever I leave town on an adventure, I always end up carrying along with me this piece of rubber poop, although never by choice*. My neighbor Allison started the tradition of stowing the poop in my luggage some years ago. As I grow keener to being on my toes to catch it before I have to explain it to customs*, she keeps getting more and more devious in getting it in. This last time I was sure I was poop free, but sure enough, I was wrong. Maybe next time, I will steal away in the middle of the night, not having told anyone my plans. Or perhaps I will just need to get used to the giving a piece of poop a personal tour of the world.

Tuesday March 24 2009

File under: travel, Japan

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on Tue 24th Mar, 2009 10:32 pm PDT per said:
now that's a well placed turd.
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on Wed 25th Mar, 2009 12:33 am PDT Joe said:
that's a good trick, well done she can keep it goin.
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on Wed 25th Mar, 2009 01:16 am PDT Juline said:
Let's see a photo of the plastic poop.
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on Wed 25th Mar, 2009 03:44 pm PDT janjan2000 said:
now that's a woman after my own heart.
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on Wed 25th Mar, 2009 09:03 pm PDT Jule said:
Chalk it up! (for Allison)
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