I’ll bet you hadn’t

I’ll bet you hadn’t heard of the Cloaca Machine yet. It was constructed by Wim Delvoye, a guy in my neighbourhood I knew when I was a kid. It basically works like this: you feed it with whatever food suits your fancy, the food gets processed through some sort of artificial digestive system, and at the end of the device, out comes: poop! The museum visitor gets to purchase a poop for about one euro per poop.
Beats having a light go on and off and claiming it to be art, if you ask me…

Well, I have to

Well, I have to tell you: since I posted something about Mariah Carey’s breasts, our stats have been shooting through the roof. There is apparently a profound need for some people to find out what they look like.
So, in another attempt to skyrocket our stats, I’m now going to type: “Madonna nude getting it on with Kylie Minogue wearing nothing but a couple of white socks, whilst Brad Pitt is watching this in his underwear all the while sniffing at Jennifer Aniston’s G-string”. Yes, we need to lure those ignorant websurfers into the trail of wisdom…