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Chaco slipped into his bib and fired up the coke furnace hed set up to scorch turds. He put on his mitts and blast shield, picked up McBrides little deuce with a long blackened set of tongs and pulled open the furnace door. He leaned into the fierce wind of white-hot radiation and carefully placed the brown hunk of poop on the middle rack. With a hiss the door closed and the timer went on for the usual five seconds. 4, 3, 2, 1. Chaco popped the door and pulled out the glowing white fecalith. He lifted his blast shield and let the glow of the fecalith illuminate his sweaty, ugly face.

Just then McBride walked in and Chaco never heard the end of it.

Date Written: June 11, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 5

09/19/2003 qualcomm (5): yeah, this is good.
01/28/2004 Ewan Snow: thanks, feldspar.
03/9/2004 scoop (5): I think religion would not repulse me so if they worked fecaliths in to their rituals and such.
07/28/2004 qualcomm: all right, gang, let's see some hustle on this one.
07/28/2004 Ewan Snow: I wonder if there are any anonymous one stars on this one. If not, it's a miracle. Disney, does it now takes 4 votes before the average shows, right?
07/28/2004 Ewan Snow: I meant "Disney, it now takes..."
07/28/2004 John Slocum (5): Yes!
07/28/2004 Jon Matza (5): I know I already voted on this one. DIIIIIISNEEEEEEEEYYYYY!!!
07/28/2004 Dylan Danko (5): Where did Chaco buy that blast shield?
09/25/2004 TheBuyer (5):
03/19/2010 qualcomm: so mcbride knows it's a fecalith and recognizes it as his? that seems highly unlikely!
03/19/2010 Ewan Snow: And yet, that is precisely what happened.