holy merde!

Probably intended for some artist who wanted to throw it at a picture of President Bush or Pope Benedict or something.

poop? you couldn't have said dung, or crap, or maybe even shit? lame.

Anybody see that video where some poor Indian elephant keeper is tending to the rear foot of an elephant, and the beast actually sits down on him? The poor guy's head went right up the pachy's...exit chute. Only quick thinking by another tender saved the guy from getting squished entirely.

I bet that poor sucker had to leave town after that little episode -- he'd never be able to show his face in public again.

Trey:

It's a well-known fact that poop is one of the more comical-sounding euphemisms for excrement, with turd being an excellent substitute in certain situations.

That is all.

Perhaps this is the latest masterpiece from that cheap Nigerian hustler who made fools of the art "intelligencia" at the Brooklyn museum with his crude painting of a Madonna with real elephant dung on it. And someday, the 20th century will be known as by far the lowest point in the history of art (unless it manages to get even worse). The notion that only those select few who are educated in art and appreciate the beauty of modern creation will be revealed for what it is: a titanic fraud perpetrated upon the world by Leftists. Surely many artists feed into the idea that they are making great creations that many in the masses simply cannot understand, as great a self-delusion as any Liberal every enjoyed. But the Emperor cannot waltz around with no clothes forever, and sooner or later the people will see it for the doshit that it really is. And the people who so ardently championed it will be revealed for the fools that they really are.

This isn't what they've been making all of that colored powder out of that they throw around on Holi, is it?

"But pink? What sort of elephant was this?"

A mascot for the Log Cabin Republicans.

Doesn't poop trigger a false positive on explosives sniffers?

Elephant poo in a envelope who would send something like this through the mail?

I lived in Washington, DC in 1985-87. One evening I got on a subway car heading downtown. As the doors closed behind me I became aware of this smell.

I was raised on a farm, so I recognized the smell as that of the droppings of a large herbivorous mammal, but I could not identify the species. I looked around the car as it began to move. It was a bit less than half full. Every passenger except me had a large, transparent plastic bag half-full of what was presumably the source of the smell.

I stood with my back pressed against the closed doors, remaining very still. I hoped that no one would notice me, that there would be no cry of "Hey! He doesn't have a bag of crap! Get him!"

At the next stop, I quickly exited the subway car and got on the next one, after a quick visual and olfactory examination. As I was reading my subscription copy of the Washington Post that night, I ran across a one-paragraph article. It said that the circus was in town, and that free elephant manure would be available to gardeners.

That is all I have to say.

"I stood with my back pressed against the closed doors, remaining very still. I hoped that no one would notice me, that there would be no cry of "Hey! He doesn't have a bag of crap! Get him!""

Rofl!