I really love youse giiiizzzze. Yes, I'm talking to you. My loyal and varied readers. This is a small lily pad that hasn't been floating long, doesn't have that many of you but WOW what great folk you are. I have a rowdy, sweary, (frequently) ovary-carrying (if not using) community on here. You comment regularly, engage on Twitter and Facebook and you spread the good word about the bad frog.
FUCKPANTS! You are all SNAZBIG.
But I'm curious.
What do you get from this lily pad?
After all, it's brought you this:
And this:
And a bit of this:
It also had to audacity to throw this at you:
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| Note: These spectacular boobs are not mine. (More's the pity) |
With a side-order of this:
And then there was nasal tufftage bloopers:
There's a concept in natural sciences called the Zone of Repugnance. This is the area in and immediately around a grazing animal's faeces.
YES! I'm talking shit again.
And toilets, officially, since a horse's bog is sometimes... a bog. More often a field or paddock.
Stay with me.
Animals won't eat in that zone. Yes, a horse is often seen stepping on tippy-hoof around a pile of its own dung to avoid accidentally eating any of it.
You haven't seen that? You need to hang around paddocks more.
There is ONE organism, though, that positively thrives in the Zone of Repugnance.
There's a saprobe fungus that grows really quickly in horse manure. That's the only place it grows. It doesn't mind that it gets shit thrown at it, or that its environment is a bit smelly and often questionable. It loves that shit.
Literally.
Still with me?
While other less courageous readers are carefully grazing around the edges of the Blogosphere, you giiiiiiiizzzzze are my saprobe fungus, living in my blog's Zone of Repugnance. You thrive on the stuff I throw out there and I LOVE YOU FOR IT.
And now, assuming I haven't scared you all away by calling you all shit-eating fungi...
Why do you read my blog?
No, really.
I neeeeeed to knoooooooow!
