sa-TURD-ay

i don't know why i have such a fascination with poo... it's not even crap-jokes or that farts are funny... i just like to use the words: poo, crap, and turd a lot... i mean, i guess it could be the fact that i'm part german... and since i'm only PART german i don't take it too far, by getting off on poop, or pooping on girls...
so yea, i just looked at my desk calendar and realized that the word "turd" sits right in the middle of saturday... it made me chuckle, so i said to myself "i should write about turds in my journal"...

random sidenote: i've been having issues using the spacebar lately... my timing is off... i keep putting the space in the wrong spot.. lik ethis... ort his...

ps- i went to the gym yesterday.. and ran on the elliptical machine for 2 mile... which is about 1.9 miles farther than i've ran in about 3 years...

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