Just can't resist this.  The red poop post really got me to laughing.  Guess
it might have something to do with the fact I've been working harder than
ever since I became totally disabled and stay worn out all the time.  Sure
hope I get well soon so I can get some rest!
 
Anyway, I've also noticed a definite realationship between intake and
output.  It's very much like the pooter adage of GIGO.  Reckon that the
rouge poopers might produce a different outcome if they were switched to
black licorice?  Ever drunk a whole bunch of grape flavored Kool Aid and
wondered why your stool was green instead of purple the next day?  I have.
Of course, it doesn't take much to confuse the heck out of me.
 
Tater and Odie scarfed up the scraps of a ham that we smoked last weekend -
sure was hard to keep the thing lit even after we rolled it in newspaper and
doused it with BBQ sauce.  Well, the guys pooped little, teeny-tiny Big Macs
for three days!  Honest Injun!
 
Better hush now before Mee Maw notices that I'm goofing off again.  I'll
leave ya'll with a thought for the day: "Happiness is joy.  Joy is sublime;
and the worst I ever had was wonderful!  It's even better now that Tater and
Odie live here too.  Joy to the World!
 
Many much loves. Goodnight.
 
Paw Paw
[Posted in FML issue 1754]