I swear to God, today is the day that I should have skipped reading Harvey's blog. Could be the most asstastic meme, ever. Or at least since the last one I started, but that's another story. Anyway, nothing really gets my creative juices going like the phrase "turd in a punchbowl". Here goes nothing(with many, many apologies to Dylan Thomas):

Do not drop gently into that punchbowl,
Smelly turds should burn and stink at close of day;
Rage, rage against the stinky Tootsie roll.

Though diarrhetic men on their pots create stuff so foul,
Because their bowels had expelled much odor they
Do not drop turds into that punchbowl.

Constipated men, as they waddle by, cry from their souls
That their tight bottoms might have purged on the way,
Rage, rage against the stinky, stinky bole.

Hungover men who caught in the painful light of Sol,
And grimace, too much, with faces like whey,
Do not drop turds into that punchbowl.

Running men, near race end, who plod on their soles
Find port-a-potties to stop them on their way,
Rage, rage against the stinky Tootsie roll.

And you, my father, there on the toilet bowl,
Curse and fart at me now with your fierce excretions, I pray.
Do not drop turds into that punchbowl.
Rage, rage against the stinky Tootsie roll.

Okay, I used a little creative license on the phrase of choice. Sue me.

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