4 bags of moon-man shiat, should be good for growing space veggies........

I saw it when it was on loan to The Feces Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio.

Pooper Scoopers on the Moon

Moon Poop Scoopers.

Anything Mr. Armstrong crapped in is more holy than a pope's finger bone or a couple of ounces of water a priest waved his hands over. July 16-20 should be a holy half-week, commemorating the most outstanding thing humans have ever done. John the Glenn should be the early prophet, showing what will be, and Carl the Sagan the later prophet, pronouncing that which could be... if we can bring ourselves to do it. Kitt Peak, the VLA, and Arecibo would be holy places, with lines down the mountains of folks who just want a glimpse at the all-in-all. We could all marvel at the crazy beautiful reality, and 'Amen' would translate as 'That was cool'.

Anyway, that's what it's gonna be like when I'm god, or I get more followers...

Yeah, you wanna save historic poop. I've actually got Abraham Lincoln's poop in a box. Seriously, my Great-Great Grandfather was the guy who cleaned the seats at Ford's Theater and of course as you're probably aware, people poop their pants when they die. They took the President's body away, and even picked up the pieces of his head and brain, but they just left Lincoln's poop there on the seat for my Great-Great Grandfather to clean up. He knew it would be valuable, and saved it in a box, which has been handed down from Remarkable to Remarkable, and now I own this priceless piece of history, if you're interested in making an offer....

It's funny, too, because my second cousin in Russia, Ivan, his Great Uncle was actually with the team that found Hitler's body, and besides severing the penis, they collected der Fuehrer's poop in a box. Although several samples of Hitler's poop were divvied up from the box and are in private collections in Switzerland and Bavaria, the bulk of Hitler's poop was held in a safe. The soldiers made a tontine death pledge, and the last surviving member got the poop. That member was my cousin's Uncle and he handed it down to him when he recently passed. Wel, my second cousin lived with me and didn't pay his rent, so I ended up taking the poop. So now I also own a box of Hitler's poop, if you're interested in making an offer...

Hector Remarkable: t's funny, too, because my second cousin in Russia, Ivan, his Great Uncle was actually with the team that found Hitler's body, and besides severing the penis, they collected der Fuehrer's poop in a box. Although several samples of Hitler's poop were divvied up from the box and are in private collections in Switzerland and Bavaria, the bulk of Hitler's poop was held in a safe. The soldiers made a tontine death pledge, and the last surviving member got the poop. That member was my cousin's Uncle and he handed it down to him when he recently passed. Wel, my second cousin lived with me and didn't pay his rent, so I ended up taking the poop. So now I also own a box of Hitler's poop, if you're interested in making an offer...



this you?

An article bemoaning progress because of the unlikely chance that some footprints and poop might be lost yet from a moon landing. Is there a word for this?

VYV:
this you?

I do see the resemblance.

Nice to know that even in space, shiat happens.

So essentially, what happens on the moon, stays on the moon?

Supposedly the Moon Buggy was so well made you could drop a battery in it right now and it should start right up.

Pewp boots!

Aw, shiat!

Who took the first Moon Dump, Neil or Buzz?

no shiat?

Andy Griffith went to the moon to salvage the shiat up there. Or was that a TV show? His brain was then reprogrammed and the stuff returned to the moon at great expense, using the secret space fleet that is hidden under the South Pacific.


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