Tuesday, August 2, 2011

What's Up?

     Now in the past, Casey Anthony, Congressman Wiener, Tiger Woods days... seems like life is humming along smoothly. All quiet? Not really. Here, at the Kraus household, it has been a busy time. My youngest, Cory and his wife, Ashlee have now moved to Louisville, Kentucky.

     They completed the journey in a day and a few more hours, with two cars and three freaked-out kitties. Haven't heard from them since, except for "We're home." That was enough for me. It was a busy week, helping them, taking them out to eat, hosting a big dinner for family, and writing a special song for the happy couple to the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies, about Cory and Ashlee.

     But that isn't nearly as interesting as a little article I found in "This Is True" by Randy Cassingham. I am going to paraphrase what the article said....

    A 30 year old man from Boulder, Co was found hiding in the waste pit of a porta-potty at a yoga festival at a local high school. He claimed to be starting a new "goddess religion." Evidently this religion involved him peeping at women from under the porta potty seat. He did explain that the origin of his interest was to be able to look at women in intimate detail, that he realistically would never have a chance with. He had opportunities to develop his religious beliefs, as he hid and waited in waste. The details about his new religion were rather sketchy but all in all it reminded me of the saying that "In every cloud there is a silver lining." Although in his case, it seemed to be "Gold can be found in shit." Hmm. Wonder why he felt he never had a chance with most women. Of course if you look at his mug shot below, it seems as though he has not gotten a chance to wash his hair. Euuew!

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And here he is with his famous potty.

4 comments:

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

I would think there are enough graphic text books depicting the human anatomy and enough disgusting pornography magazines available that the little creep would not have to resort to being peed on to see the rear end of women in glowing detail. This one needs to be locked up somewhere where the walls are padded. Judging by his picture, the porch lights are flickering but no one is home.

Bodacious Boomer said...

That's disturbing on so many levels...

Bodacious Boomer said...

That's disturbing on so many levels...

Joanne said...

This takes potty humor to a whole new level!