intoxicated poop segment: part cviii

below this paragraph is an upstanding man. you can tell because of his elegant wallpapering, hipster-jesus appearance, and good-natured thumb.

he is a scientist, an explorer, and an entrepreneur.

this man-- as he puts it, "was born in a hospital. Since then, I’ve started selling bottles of perfume made out of my own shit at £40 a pop."

yep.

Did you have to spend a lot of time at home waiting to collect your shit, or did you shit into a plastic carrier bag that you carried around with you?

No, I didn’t need to get that much. It was pretty quick actually. It took me about a week to extract the “essential oils” from the “various raw materials”. The setting up and the mixing took the longest, so I didn’t have to carry around Tupperware or plastic bags.

[full interview]

so i guess: how about that? as ridiculous, disgusting, and gimmicky as his poo-fume may be, why is anyone complaining about having trouble making money? one man's poop is another... man's... deodorant. or something.

in other poo-news, i want to thank techboy, who bought me a poo log and a mac remote. i'm still unsure which is more useful. i used to own what's your poo telling you? by the same authors, but my ex took it back (you can, apparently, take back presents during break ups) and walked out with it. she also took the toilet paper, which was kind of low.

anyway, the poo log includes a rough summary of what's your poo telling you?... so double-score.