Department of Agriculture
Bulletin: No. 265
The Care and Operation of a Rotary Power Lawn Mower
The rotary power lawn mower is a boon to shiftless suburbanites whose lawns are full of Dandelion, buckthorn, and other weeds too tall for the conventional reel-type mower. The rotary power mower however, is not an unmixed blessing. Unseen sticks and stones, to say nothing of unburied rocks, will raise Hell with the blades. So will nails, bits of wire, and other metal debris.
These problems fade into insignificance though, when compared with the unhappy result of running this type of mower over newly deposited dog shit. Until you have had your shoes shined with pulverized dog shit, you cannot appreciate the extent of this problem.
Now cat shit, to be sure, smells far worse, but cats, as everybody knows, are more careful to cover up their waste than are dogs. Moreover, cats do not shit as much as dogs, unless you have a very large cat, or a very small dog.
There are several approaches to the problems of animal excreta and the rotary power mower. First, you could buy a dog, bigger than all the other dogs in the neighborhood, and train him to keep all the other dogs off your lawn, and also to shit on the neighbors’ lawns.
The obvious drawback to this method of combating the problem, is that one of your neighbors might buy a cow, and train it to shit on your lawn. It has been estimated that a rotary power mower, operating at 3750 RPM can hurl a normal cow flap as high as a second storey window, and over an area of 5000 square feet.
Building a fence is a second possible solution, but it is expensive. Also, it is no good unless you can train the wife and kids to keep the gate shut. Then too, some dogs will jump the fence, even when full of shit.
There are various commercial preparations, sold mostly to evil-minded old ladies, which are supposed to stop dogs from screwing lady dogs on your front porch, pissing on your shrubs, and shitting on your lawn. These chemicals are worthless however, since it is second nature for dogs to screw and piss. A dog’s philosophy in life is, “Anything you can’t eat or screw, then piss on it!”
This then leaves three other possible solutions:
- Let the God-damned weeds grow.
- Move into an apartment, and use the mower as a fan.
- Wear only brown shoes when mowing the lawn, and associate only with people who either don’t mind the smell of dog shit, or are too damned polite to mention it.
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Having previously told you what it’s like when you create a little odor, this is what it’s all about when you really get down to business
THE DUMP LIST
GHOST DUMP
That’s the kind where feel the shit coming out, have shit on the toilet paper, but there’s no shit in the toilet.
CLEAN DUMP
The kind where you shit it out, see it in the toilet, but there’s nothing on the paper.
WET DUMP
The kind where you wipe your butt 30 times, but it still feels unwiped. So you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear, so you don’t ruin them with a brown stain.
SECOND WAVE DUMP
It happens when you’re done shitting. You’ve pulled up your pants, and then you realize you have to shit some more.
BRAIN HEMMORAGE THROUGH YOUR NOSE SHIT – or the – POP A VEIN IN YOUR FOREHEAD SHIT
The kind where you strain so much to get it out, that you practically have a stroke.
RICHARD SIMMONS SHIT
The kind where you lose 30 pounds.
CORN SHIT
Self explanatory!
LINCOLN LOG SHIT
The kind of shit that is so huge that you’re afraid to flush the toilet without breaking it into a few pieces with the toilet brush.
DRINKERS’ SHIT
That’s the kind of shit you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the tread marks left on the bottom of the toilet.
“GEE, I WISH I COULD” DUMP
It’s the kind where you want to shit, but all you can do is sit on the toilet, cramped, and fart a few times.
SPINAL TAP DUMP
That’s the kind where it hurts so much coming out, that you swear it was leaving you sideways.
WET CHEEKS DUMP – or the – POWER DUMP
That’s the kind that comes out so fast that your ass cheeks get splashed with toilet water.
LIQUID SHIT
That’s the kind where yellowish-brown fluid shoots out of your butt, splatters all over the inside of the bowl, the whole time burning your tender anal sphincter.
MEXICAN FOOD DUMP
A class all its own
PHOTOGENIC LOG – or – GUINNESS RECORD DUMP
That’s the kind that is so huge that it stands out of the water and waves at you. You remove the toilet paper, grab a camera, and take a picture for the World Book of Records.
back in my drinking days, my favorite was the ‘Whiskey Shit’. You know you have to go big time, but only once. no shit on the toilet paper, none on your ass,, and even better, none in the toilet…that you can see…Very shitty post with a slight odour….and I hate it when spell check underlines the Canadian way of spelling things with a ‘U’…that’s just plain shitty
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I think it’s best for us all, if you just forget the “good old days” and concentrate on getting your tux fitted. Scout’s honour! 😀
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speaking of tuxes…the wedding is Saturday and the only thing that fit was the cuff links…
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Congratulations and best wishes. I hope the day goes well. 🙂
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Don’t forget the Douche Dump. It’s a variant of the Clean Dump where the projectile enters so cleanly that a geyser rises up and gives your butt a douche. I hate those. 😉
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Why is it that my commenters are so well versed on bathroom occurrences? I had to look this stuff up. 😆
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Shitty post, my friend.
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Finally, recognized for my abilities. 😉
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I dog, 2 cats, and anywhere from a half dozen or more white-tailed deer cross my .7 acre yard every day. Best not to think about what I’m mowing when I mow, but I’m with you, pal. The word “shitstorm” comes to mind.
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Ah, deer, so elegantly beautiful! My much smaller yard is completely fenced, and, as I recently posted, all I get are the occasional raccoon and surprising opossum. Shitstorm indeed! Thanx for stopping by. 😆
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I’m going with the brown shoes and have put off plans to move my cow. Very funny. BTW: thanks for visiting AHintOfLight. Pat
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My cow has enough “movements” of her own. If I can remember to whine the wife into bookmarking your site, I should remember to stop by, at least occasionally, for a bite of sarcasm. 😉
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Well, this was a pretty shitty topic!
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Game! Set! And Match! I concede. 😀
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That lawnmower story is great! Your dad wrote it?
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No. Like me, he played hunter/gatherer, and collected them wherever he could. He brought that one home from the factory – typed – before Xerox machines – not even mimeo’d – about 1956. 😀
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