It’s rare that we come across a gross video that is too extreme, even for us. This time may be the exception. In this video, you will find some truly repulsive utilizations of dog poo (yes, it’s dog poo, so it’s not *that* bad).
If you’re in the callcenter, you probably won’t get in trouble, but it might make you gag at the customer. If you are the casual internet viewer, watch at the risk of your own disgust. Whatever you do, do not click it.
You were warned!
Well, it has been a while since we posted. All of us have been busy with impending doom and what not so we thought we would throw something out there. A little thank you of sorts for still coming to the site. So without further ado, what our readers want….
This one seemed to be a big hitter today. I have no idea why you would click that link… Maybe our site has something to say about the world that appeal people who need to wear male diapers. We aren’t ragging on you, only curious to know what destiny is in store for those with weak bladders and a penchant for this style of news. We SALUTE YOU!
Well… Um… I think this comes from some peeps on a Jihad. You come to America not knowing how to get hooked up but are awake at 4 a.m. learning about the Showtime Rotisserie. Then ::light bulb turns on:: this dude is as amped as we are, maybe he has a missle or two to sell. Hell I’ll take two Ronco Missiles and a Pocket Fisherman.
Yes, I have seen many a creepy toilet. I especially find ones with dim lighting and the automatic flushers to be hecka scary. You move one millimeter while enthroned upon those bad boys and it is a European experience of a cool wet splash to the buttocks. So creepy…
skin and crack addicts – crack+addiction+skin
Since these were similar I decided to group them. Portzer #1 had a run in at a crack house before. He thought he was there to pick up landscaping materials when his friend told him to go down and pick up some rocks. Of course it was too late when he arrived at the front door and “Twitchy” Willy came to the door saying something about Mac and Cheese and the end of the world. So here is the part you came for. Willy was ashy as a naga baba fighting a forrest fire. The experience wasn’t so bad because Portzer #1 met a new friend and was able to sell some of his skin care products. Willy is no longer ashy or “Twitchy” due to crack.
pee site hack
I always have to add at least on of these. You sick, sick monkeys. No further comment required.
fluke call center
Well either we are talking about the worm or the fish and I don’t know of a call center for either. Unless maybe it is one of those care hotlines where you can call them up and say you have a worm invading your liver. Not funny or anything, just weird…
Peace, I’m out britches…
This is the ongoing post that answers the question, “What do our readers want and how can we help them to find it?” This information is taken directly from phrases of what people use to search our site.
Male crotch pics
Dirty dirty people….
muay + thai + money
You came to the right place my friends. As you know two of us have fought for money growing up. In fact that is how portzer #1 and I met. On the mean streets of Philly at the age of 18 with machetes in hand. Of course the machetes were for show but by golly it was showmanship at its best.
control by diapers
What type of control are you looking for? Mind control is out of the question but you can control many things with a diaper. In fact I could think of controlling the movements of the human body, other than bowel and bladder. I’m talking about doing that straight up Jackie Chan style.
What to do for an animal with no bladder
I say you tie little Timmy’s marmoset to the tree and beat it with a shovel. HAHA… I kid, but seriously, WTH are you talking about? You hook that bad boy up to a fur friendly colostomy bag and you love that animal to pieces.
maximum loads male enhancer pills
Now loaded male enhancer pills are a dangerous thing. If you are looking at putting in a silver bullet and cocking back the hammer you are playing with fire my friend… with fire… ::dramatic hand gestures::
Yes the dirty hoo hoo dilly of Fergie is legendary throughout the land
aol layoff rumors
Yeah… we know… : \
picters of swiming pools
Well by cracky we got picters of grampa simmons floatin’ a poo boat in the pool. Actually the pool is our cattle pond…
ROSIE O’DONNELL HIGH SCHOOL PICTURE
I repeat: “Dirty, dirty people”
getting ticks off of you
We know your secret… Although I heard you can burn them off with a lighter… I don’t know, I just heard that somewhere ::scratches leg and gets out lighter::
Thanks to the portzer #1 for the absolutely ridiculous picture
Star Jones has finally left The View. Not that I watched it or anything. A bunch of post menopausal women and one token youngin talking about who they think is hunky doesn’t really draw me in as entertainment.
Barbara Walters sternly scolded Star for the way she left. I believe this is what Walters said:
“We would have wet stawh jownes go with herwheh dignity but she decided to bite the buffet that fweeds her. The twuth is that she is a cwack whore. She lost all that weight fwum smoking the wock. So with gweat regret I bid Staw Jones ado”
If Rosie O’Donnell would have been on the show at the same time as Jones they would have needed a larger table and The Dog Whisperer. Cesar would be making his hand that signature bite shape and plunge it into the doughy necks the feral hosts posses. The only problem is that they would bite him back and Mr. Millan would have to wear them down by hooking them each up to a tow chain attached to a multi-trailered semi. Once he got them to pull him 100 miles or so he could train them in their new calm-submissive state. Hooray for Ceaser Millan “The Dog Whisperer”. Only he could sooth these savage beast women. So their only choices were to let Star Jones go, put the big women down, or to bring in Cesar. I say bring in Cesar cause I would watch that….
I think Star Jones will now start her journey towards the snow-capped peaks of Mt. Everest. In 300 years she will be found in a cave resembling the Wampa inhabited in The Empire Strikes Back. Except pack llamas and Gucci shoes would be hanging from the ceiling. Jones will be found entombed in ice gnawing on a yak leg. Next to her will lie the 64. oz big gulp she carted with her up the mountain. Strangely it will be filled with gazpacho. Her DNA will be tested and she will be touted as the missing link until a video surfaces showing Star Jones on The View. From there she will be launched in a capsule on a path into the sun. Never to be seen or feared again…
And you would fear her if there were hot sauce on your leg.
Am I not turtley enough for the turtle club. Turtle, turtle, turtle!
Well it appears that Mr. Gates is going to step down from running day to day operations at Microsoft. I guess it will be really nice to chill at home and sip a 40. I mean come on, the dude is more powerful than Oprah. I guess he is going to retire so that he can protect the secret treasure that our forefathers had hidden for hundreds of years. Or he can hopefully go through a mid-life crisis, buy a Jag, get a Clay Aiken haircut, two monkeys that do Aikido and eat broccoli, and learn a new sense of fashion from Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen (that's right oversized rose colored glasses, big wooden beads and a shirt that will show off his non-existent chest). I say hopefully because he looks like the character Dana Carvey played to get into the Turtle club. What makes it even further amusing is if you imagine Gates running in slow motion with his lips out and his head hunched over while Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" plays in the background. 'Im a coWboy, on a steel horse IIII riiIIIIiide!!! IIIII'mMm WANTED DEAD OR ALIIIIIIIIVE!!!'
Well, I think we portzers (not portzer #1) will be ruling the world soon. Through ninjitsu, |_33+ [0d||\|G, and our savvy business sense. While I think portzer #1 will be left homeless having lost all of his money running a poop site with Mr. Greenstein. Although, by our search and tag hits, it looks like the poo is popular.
Well good luck and have fun Bill.
Ride on cowboy… ride on…
I just heard their song “Crazy” on the MTV Movie Awards. It is an awesome song. I was a bit confused at first thinking Cee-lo was Gnarls Barkley. This is perpetuated by the fact that he looks like a cross between Charles Barkley and that creepy toilet ghoulie.
You rock Danger Mouse… You rock Ghoul… ::ahem:: Cee-lo…