Tag: Poop

Coca-Cola rolled out some vending machines in Singapore that gave people free cans of Coke if they hugged it. And now a Terra, a Mexican internet service provider, has launched a similar campaign where free Wi-Fi is up for grabs.

If there’s one thing that a zoo has in an abundance, it’s poop. You only have to wonder to the elephant or rhinoceros enclosures to see the mass quantities of poo zoo animals can produce. The Denver Zoo has a very cool way to deal with some of the poop its animals produce.

Batteries suck. You have to have the right kind for your device, they have to be charged and they are prone to failure way too often. Forget batteries. What we need is a robot that can generate power by eating leaves and dirt, maybe even urine and feces, since humanity has those in spades.

The appeal of poop is in the eye of the beholder – after considering, of course, where it came from. For example, you wouldn’t willingly drink something that had something to do with human poop, but you might drink some tea that’s been fertilized with panda poop, right?

Now who hasn’t dreamed of having the Midas touch, and possessing the ability to turn whatever they touched into gold? Obviously, there are a lot of downsides to it (like you could accidentally turn the people you love into, well, solid gold), but that doesn’t mean there aren’t individuals who won’t resort to crazy things in order to turn stuff into gold.

The nerds at the University of Pennsylvania’s GRASP Laboratory seem to be fond of acronyms. As you may have guessed, GRASP itself is an acronym for General Robotics, Automation, Sensing & Perception. These are the guys that doomed all of humanity by programming a robot to pick up poop, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they did the acronyms for the project came first before the actual project itself.

A long time ago, we had a dog for my kids before it escaped from the yard and was never seen again. The thing I hated most about the dog was having to scoop the poo out back so my kids didn’t get into it.

One of the things that my childhood mind always wanted to know was how you go to the bathroom in outer space. Not to be rude or anything, but it always really sucked when you were dropping one off and accidentally pinched it off too early.

I know the world’s population is increasing by the thousands every second as we speak, and the time will eventually come that the world’s resources will no longer be able to provide for the needs of all the human beings on the planet.

While it certainly wouldn’t be the first game I’ve heard of where pooping is a central element (yeah, I can’t believe it either), but Poopocalypse definitely has the best name of the genre. From what I can tell, Wolpertinger Games‘ Xbox Live Indie game is all about pooping pidgeons.

I once knew a dude that had this strange fetish of farting in a ceramic duck that his mom had on the shelf. I once saw him fart in the duck, then turn around and light the fart lingering in the duck so I know you can burn a stinky groupie.

I went to college and know firsthand that methane will burn. I once knew a dude that burnt the hairs off his scrotum after a particularly noxious one was lit and flared up unexpectedly. Apparently, DARPA and the U.S.

Don’t know what “caca” means? Open up your brain tank ’cause here comes – okay it’s Spanish for poop. So what would a product named “Spray Cacas” be like? Let me tell you: it’s a product that will revolutionize pranks in the same way that the Naked Man revolutionized one night stands.

Breaking news: chemists have stumbled upon the recipe of doom: Polonium, Oxygen and Phosphorus, or PoOP. Problem is, the price stinks: the PoOP mousepad sells for $16 USD at Mousepad Warehouse. There’s no way I’m paying $16 for a mousepad.

Life is hard. Numerous trials and challenges lie ahead of us, lurking in the shadows that their shadowy souls provide for them, eager to pounce and thwart our dreams and ambitions, to prevent us from reaching our maximum potential, and at times we feel as if the future that we so vividly saw in our pristine mind’s eye when we were children has become unreachable, like the finish line to an exhausted decathlete, or enlightenment to an adolescent monk, or the bathroom to a man just aching, with all of his mind, body & soul, to drop the kids off at the pool, to fertilize the ferns, to do the Royal Squat, to greet Mr.

The fifth version of world-renowned artist Wim Delvoye’s sculpture is now on exhibit at the Université du Québec à Montréal’s gallery up until Valentine’s Day. Why should we care? Because his sculpture is actually a machine.