11-24-2006, 01:30 PM | #1 (permalink) | |
Misanthropic
Location: Ohio! yay!
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I would do anything for science...
but seriously are you that hard up for a picture of poop that you would make your own?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Human_Feces.jpg WARNING: REAL POOP I love the caption Quote:
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11-24-2006, 02:35 PM | #2 (permalink) |
still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Is poop on a plate science? Could the individual be looking for parasites?
Could the individual be wondering about other stuff? I shy away from poop, myself, but given the way of individual packaging, who else can tell this other individually packaged unit that he has no right? (Pictures of poop aren't universally popular.) [maybe it wasn't about poop at all?] {maybe?} Make your net meal more enjoyable: Remember you're eating predigested poop. |
11-25-2006, 03:09 PM | #3 (permalink) |
Leaning against the -Sun-
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Location: on the other side
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Someone tell this guy he's totally unoriginal. This is art and it has already been tried by Piero Manzoni, whose tin of faeces is in the Tate Collection (UK). I kid you not.
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12-27-2006, 07:53 AM | #5 (permalink) |
Evil Priest: The Devil Made Me Do It!
Location: Southern England
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very odd.
but as is said above, not totally original.
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01-31-2007, 11:30 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Femme Fatale
Location: Elysium
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Why were you even looking for feces in the first place, Crack?
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