Say you're at the office, and its about a half hour after your big power lunch. Right. So you get that sinking feeling and head to the can. Land your tailpipe on this highly-advanced pot that will analyze incoming individual turds. It will then dispense advice/fortunes/commentary based upon the size, weight, shape, and smell of your poop.
-- corporatedipshit, Mar 13 2004

Go to Japan.
-- kropotkin, Mar 13 2004


The existing ones don't work. I once made the EXACT SAME type of poop in two different toilets -- one in Tokyo, one in Osaka -- and they gave me totally different fortunes.
-- phundug, Mar 14 2004


[phundug] how can you be sure? Furthermore, they may well account for the time of day in their analysis, or atmospheric conditions.
-- whatastrangeperson, Mar 14 2004


Look, I was there, okay? I know what happened, and I know first-hand how misleading those fortunes were.
-- phundug, Mar 14 2004


I see your next meal, progressing quickly down a large pipe, joining with other people's meals towards the collective. This will happen sometime in the next 24 hours.
-- RayfordSteele, Mar 14 2004


"The stool! The stool!...A man can regularly produce a copious and well formed evacuation and still be a stranger to reason!"

'kew!
-- timbeau, Mar 15 2004



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