Warning … warning! This blog may have laxative effects.
Sometimes an idea, or ideas, for a blog rumble around my cranial nether regions … or maybe the phrase should be “cranium and nether regions” … and then, before I know it, a blog explodes.
Lucky you … read on if you dare …
Apparently two bat s**t crazy guys living on the Isle of Wight thought it a good idea to establish a gallery displaying the “Art of Animal Feces” in the community zoo. Possessing completely creative and warped brains, they opened the National Poo Museum featuring poop, feces, excrement, s**t from some 200 animals.
They discovered that some folks disgusted by feces, are very intrigued by “poo.”
Your s**t may stink, but their “poo” is definitely a big hit … at least in their little corner of the world.
The “Museum of Poo” gallery is going on a tour at the end of the summer. I’m pretty sure they’re not coming to Mount Dora, FL.
Not to be out done, our very own Central Florida mega-attraction, Disney World, has capitalized on one of their largest natural resources.
That would be “animal s**t.”
And like the “Two Guys from the Isle of Wight,” the Disney Imagineers who researched this idea also suggested “poo” as their operative word.
And guess … I dare you to guess … where this poo venue can be visited?
Ta da! Animal Kingdom at Zuri’s Sweets Shop.
Yep … moms, dads and especially kids can “enjoy” giraffe, hippo, elephant and cotton-top tamarin poo … a monkey kinda resembling my crazy Uncle Willy who frequented our Thanksgiving table.
Dominated by chocolate, the faux-poo blobs also may contain berries, nuts, oats, caramel, and peanut butter.
Poo servings appear to be a hit. The kids love ‘em … hey, just another sugar high in the Land of Make Believe … and an opportunity for the adults to act like kids when they blurt out scatological remarks and play with their food.
In some instances, food s**t journeys end up, hmm … as a pile of s**t.
Los Angeles was gaga over the opening of their first bathroom restaurant, Magic Restroom Café.
Highly popular in Taiwan and China, the idea of sitting on a toilet (lid down) and eating food inspired by names of smelly human waste products just didn’t catch on in LA.
After a short eight month stint of the “runs,” the folks of LA decided that everyone’s s**t stinks.
Just sayin’ …