Liz Still Refuses to Remove the Poo

I am getting seriously concerned with Liz’s new found tolerance of all things poo related.  She has yet to post something else to move the fecal contaminated picture down on her side of the blog.  I could do it for her, but I am trying to see just how long she is into this sort of thing. 

I knew she liked cats, perhaps a bit too much, but now this?  I wonder if I can get a therapist to medicate her through this new sexually experimental stage.

I have been having strange dreams because of this picture she has so blatantly plastered on our blog.  They usually involve her reaching into that toilet and fishing out the offensive chunk of excrement.  I am not sure what she does with it after that, because I always wake up screaming and in a cold sweat at that point.  If I could ever manage to get a female to share my bed, they might be concerned for me.

I like to consider myself a jr. psycho analyst and dream interpreter, so I drew a picture from this dream with my Adobe Illustrator so I can share it with you all.  Please don’t judge my artistic talent by this, it is a rough sketch, and since it is based on a dream, not always in proper perspective.

I did make sure I got Liz’s boobs correct, however.

Although first glance makes me think I might have some Oedipal complex and possibly some repressed desires, but I believe it might just be a simple case of eating too much chili and then chocolate bars before going to bed.

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