V.I.Poo is a substance you spray in the shitter so that when you s**t, it seals the s**t in, thus duping everyone else into thinking you never shat. And that's fine. Swell. Go ahead and pretend your colon is nothing but a hazy specter in the night, threatening to chowder up the bowl but never following through with it. I don't care -- or give a s**t, as the case may be. (Hold for applause ...) But the commercial is so c**k-eyed and ass-backwards that I wonder what kind of s**t-deficient dunderheads they're trying to sell this bullshit to.
Why does the Billy Mays director guy walk into the crapper after this lady and waft up the scent? What kind of fecalphiliac are we dealing with here? I've heard Tarantino does some weird s**t, but even the rumors about him haven't extended to desperately trying to snort s**t fumes like your ass was a Neti Pot.
Unless you wipe with your feet. He'd probably be into that.
Who coined the term "Devil's Donuts"? Is that a colloquialism I've simply never run afoul of until now? Is that regional slang? If I go to Denver, are people going to be excusing themselves from the table to shuck a few Devil's Donuts? Because if that's not the case, this is unacceptable. This is worse than trying to make "fetch" happen. Don't try to make Devil's Donuts happen; it's not going to catch on, I can assure you. Have you ever watched Family Feud when someone gives a mind-numbingly dunce answer, and Steve Harvey looks at the camera like "This f****n' guy" and waits for the X? That's the look life gives Devil's Donuts.