Image above from Walt Kelly‘s “Kluck Klams,” an evisceration of the KKK. The Pogo Poop Book was a collection of things that Kelly wanted to say in his daily comic strips but couldn’t, due to left-wing censorship.
“If we aren’t allowed to test shampoo on monkeys, how will we ever know if our monkeys are clean?” – Diesel Kroese. Diesel helped me start this blog a long time ago, so now he spams me with his book adverts. Payback’s a bitch.
Reminds me of college. Three of us shared an apartment, took turns cooking and doing dishes. One guy always balked, never wanted to do the chores. We were pushing a rope.
Then came Spring Break. Scotty & I were done with midterms a couple days early so we left the kitchen duties for The Don, as it was his overdue turn to clean up.
After Spring Break, I was the first one back to the apartment, opened the door and noticed a significant change in our beer-soaked hovel. When I found the source of the aroma, the goop was so far gone it called me by name, flipped me off and dared me to move it. The Don had taken the stack of unwashed dishes, kitchenware, pots & pans, stuffed them into the oven, and left them to cook on their own for a few weeks.
Had the three of us not been bunking in the same room, I would have packed it all underneath The Don‘s mattress. Instead, I filled the bathroom tub with hot water and dish soap, unloaded the oven while holding my breath, and drowned the beast. Then I moved into my college girlfriend’s hovel to wait it out.
[Pro-tip: Never move into your college girlfriend's hovel no matter how hot you think she is. Better to deal with the maggots in the wok.]
According its owner, “this house was built in 1968. It was not easy to build then. But I finally made it happen with the help of my friends.” Back then they were just a bunch of young boys who loved to swim in the waters of Drina River and sunbathe on the large rock that now supports the house. Its lumpy surface wasn’t the most comfortable to sit on, so one day they decided to build a proper place to rest. They started bringing in planks from a nearby derelict shed, and before long they had actually built a cosy shelter complete with walls and a roof. It may not look very sturdy, but this wooden home has survived several floods and serious storms.