Um… this needs a bit of explanation. Over the weekend, I hosted three other NaNo-ers from Sydney at my place for a write-in/sleepover. We wrote some (I got some good stuff going) and then we went to dinner, picked up a movie (Role Models, very funny, I recommend it) and then we went back to writing. Suzie gave us a prompt: ‘poo’. And we all wrote stories about poo. Don’t ask me why. My story, such as it is, follows. I started out talking about poo and ended up taking the piss out of my story–so much that when it came time for us to read the stories, I got to about the third sentence and had to hand my EEE to Joanne because I couldn’t stop laughing.

And by the Golden Apple, do not google anything mentioned in this story.

“Poo is the greatest,” said she.

“That I doubt,” said he. “For it is foul and smelly.”

“But poo has been featured in things like 2 Girls, 1 Cup,” said she, who was not the first she that has already been mentioned.

“That was not poo, it was chocolate mousse, or some type of chocolate,” said he, who was the first he that has already been mentioned.

“And you are sure that it was not indeed a steaming cup of fecal matter?” said she, being the first she that was mentioned in the initial opening sentence of this attempt at prose.

“Seeing as the girls (whom the readers may take to be the two girls mentioned in the forementioned 2 Girls, 1 Cup) refused to deal with poo and had it written into their contracts that they would not deal with poo, then I am sure it was not poo,” said he, still being the only he that has appeared thus far in this narrative.

“But the poo was jettisoned directly from the anus of one of the girls,” said she, a third she in addition to the two shes readers are already familiar with.

“There are two explanations for this,” said he and readers may be sure he is still the same he as before.

“And those are?” said she, the second she of this tale, so as not to confuse readers. Or listeners, as the case may be, depending on how this story is conveyed to the audience that receives it.

“The first explanation is that it was indeed a shot of fecal matter from the actress’ anus, which was then swapped for the cup of chocolate mousse. The second is that the chocolate mousse was rectally inserted and then expelled. I think the first option is the best,” said he, comfortable in his identity as definitely the only he in this story now that it has come to an end.

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