Two turds were walking together along the boardwalk.
One turd said to the other, “You ever get embarrassed by your odor?”
The other turd said, “Of course not! I’m a turd and I’m proud. That’s the problem these days. Every turd wants to be a rose or something. That’s just not me. I’m not going to let society tell me how to smell.”
“I know, I feel the same way,” the first turd said. But he was lying. He was ashamed of his odor and when he went home he put on extra deodorant. But once he did, and his thick musky smell was overshadowed by a powder fresh scent, he looked himself in the mirror and felt overwhelmed by guilt. But soon his stinkiness seeped through and he smelled his poopy heritage all the stronger. It was disgusting, no matter what the other turds said. It was just gross. He hated himself and wanted to die.
Date Written: June 14, 2004 Author:James K. Polk Average Vote: 3.625
Comments:
06/17/2004Mr. Pony (5): There's a bit of that turd in all of us!
06/17/2004scoop (5): Mr. Pony called me in tears after reading this short this monring saying how it made him realize so much about himself and how he feels like an outsider and he too is self-concious about his odor and how he always tries to fit in but can never find the right "disguise" (that's the word he used, I know, can you believe it!)and other stuff like that. So I think, author, Pony rated this short high because of his own personal life experiences and not because of its innate quality. Don't worry Pony, we're all here for you!
06/17/2004Pix (3):
06/17/2004Will Disney: here's a pitch for a new short. it's 'stopping by the wood on a snowy evening', except with turds. so:
My little turd must think it queer
to drop without a terlet near
into my warm and waiting hand,
and then ground deeply in my ear
What do you guys think?
06/17/2004Will Disney: Here's another idea I was having:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I -
I sat there brokenhearted.
Tried to poop,
but merely farted.
I know that one screws up the meter and the rhyme scheme and stuff - but I dunno. What do you guys think?
06/17/2004TheBuyer (4): This reminds me of the Dayglo Abortions - My Shit Stinks.
06/17/2004Mr. Joshua (2): This thing's a shitter
06/17/2004qualcomm (2):
06/17/2004Will Disney: ummm what about my poems? dudes!
06/17/2004TheBuyer: the medicine makes the first one wiggle a bit.
06/17/2004scoop: F you Will.
06/17/2004scoop: And your stinking poems. F 'em.
06/17/2004Jon Matza (4): Even if you didn't chortle merrily at this, two stars seems like a bit of a harsh toke. It's competently set up & executed--a prime candidate, in fact, for the gentleman's three that Lerpa was recently espousing.
06/17/2004Jon Matza: My fuckin' vote and feedback was received and posted!
06/17/2004qualcomm: no, a gentleman's three was supposed to go to a lot of the shorts that get legitimate fours these days, not corrective matza thingies. anyway: "But soon his stinkiness seeped through and he smelled his poopy heritage all the stronger." sucks.
06/17/2004Jon Matza: Worse than "Corrective matza thingies"?
06/17/2004qualcomm: a) yes
b) even if it weren't, my comment wasn't intended to be funny, or otherwise consumable as entertainment, as this short is. (you rhetorically unethical cunt)
06/17/2004Jon Matza: OK...but a) seriously, I don't even know what you meant by 'corrective etcs'; b) I do agree that that line in the short was less than cruc and c) !!! I don't believe in my heart that I'm any more rhetorically unethical than you, o Lerpa.
06/17/2004qualcomm: c) no, not in general, you're not b) ok a) didn't you tell me that you thought this deserved a 3? based on that, i called your 4 corrective (of my 2)
06/17/2004Jon Matza: I thought this was worth ~3.5. Stars, of course.
06/17/2004Mr. Joshua: Matza, I must say that only my sense of forbearance prevented me from giving this a one. So this was in fact, a Gentleman's Two.
06/17/2004Jon Matza: I'm relieved to hear this, M Joshua, since I always found your sportsmanship to be impeccable. So why did you hate it so much?
06/17/2004Mr. Joshua: It's not funny, informative or revealing of the human condition(not that these are the only criteria which make a short good). I found the content to be so hopeless that I couldn't even focus on the form. Once I did focus on the form(after reading your first comment), I still was unable to find anything redeemable.
06/17/2004Mr. Joshua: I do find it amusing that we are having a debate about the intellectual merits/demerits of a story featuring two walking, talking turds.
06/17/2004Jon Matza: Agreed...
Again, not that I love the short, but re human condition you could argue this is a meditation on self-loathing + trying w/out success to accept (or conceal) the physical characteristics/limitations one is born with. I feel for the turd.
06/17/2004Will Disney: Okay - but what about my poems?
06/17/2004scoop: 6/17/[censored] 5:43:56 PM - scoop: And your stinking poems. F 'em.
6/17/[censored] 5:43:18 PM - scoop: F you Will.
06/17/2004Will Disney: I'm sorry, scoop, I can't see what you were trying to say! It was all censored! Do you like my poems?
06/17/2004scoop: Yes. I love your poems. Will. Thank you for making them, and letting us read them. When will the next batch be ready?
06/17/2004John Slocum (4): 3.5 - finally, an exploration of the turd psyche that adds a bit of complexity.
06/18/2004Mr. Pony: Well, done, Mr. President! If nothing else, that certainly was a controversial first outing!
06/18/2004James K. Polk: I was trying to do what Jon Matza said. I guess it didn't quite come out right. But some people liked it at least. Thanks for the feedback everyone. I'll try again.
06/18/2004Ferucio P. Chhretan: Pony: I was sold untill I realized Kevin Sean Polk misspelled "molesting". I can't back somebody who misspells "molesting".
06/18/2004Mr. Pony: Well, to be fair, he only misspells it the first three times he uses the phrase "Nazi, child-mollesting cult". He gets it right the fourth time he uses it, and that's the kind of man I want in the White House--A man who can learn from his mistakes, but who doesn't feel the need to cover them up after the fact. A good, honest man with a harem and concubines.
06/18/2004Ferucio P. Chhretan: Well, I guess if you look at his message, he is a strong candidate. I mean we've all been comfortable with "nucular" for four years. And you're right, he learned from his mistake.
06/18/2004Mr. Joshua: I urge Mr. Pony to abandon his alter-ego and go back to producing the five star quality Smartie Jones shorts that so many of us have come to love.
06/18/2004Mr. Pony: I'm telling you people, I am not James K. Polk.
06/18/2004Jacob Starfish: He's telling the truth.
06/18/2004Mr. Pony: You keep out of this, Starfish!
06/18/2004John Slocum: Does everyone think you're Polk because Polk used your letter-tiles to convey something once, during your wordless period?
06/18/2004Mr. Pony: I guess. Thing is, anyone with the sense to view the source could have done that. But why would I choose that moment to say what Polk said with my tiles: "I AM HORNY"? Wait a minute. Where have I seen that before?
06/18/2004TheBuyer: great, the third installation of Tiddlycove disguised as some dead head of state, pretending to be Mr. Pony, just ITCHING to jump out and screw me. You can't fool me Tiddly, I'm far too paranoid!
11/15/2004Mr. Pony: Say, Buyer, did that particular paranoid suspicion ever bear fruit?
11/15/2004TheBuyer: Not this time. Not YET I should say.
My little turd must think it queer
to drop without a terlet near
into my warm and waiting hand,
and then ground deeply in my ear
What do you guys think?
Two roads diverged in a wood and I -
I sat there brokenhearted.
Tried to poop,
but merely farted.
I know that one screws up the meter and the rhyme scheme and stuff - but I dunno. What do you guys think?
b) even if it weren't, my comment wasn't intended to be funny, or otherwise consumable as entertainment, as this short is. (you rhetorically unethical cunt)
b) ok
a) didn't you tell me that you thought this deserved a 3? based on that, i called your 4 corrective (of my 2)
Again, not that I love the short, but re human condition you could argue this is a meditation on self-loathing + trying w/out success to accept (or conceal) the physical characteristics/limitations one is born with. I feel for the turd.