Crap Contest

So, I'm sitting on the crapper, laptop to hand when after excreting a commodore choker of the highest calibre a thought crosses my mind.

Is not the pinnacle of man's creative efforts that which is expelled from his rear, in much the same way that a woman's greatest feat is that of child birth.

Should we not parade about our creations and relish in the astonishment of our brethren at their spectacle.

Or perhaps a thread featuring pictures of these magnificent examples of male perfection, in all their brown and water bourne glory, is crossing some form of line, a threshold of decency.

Your thoughts brothers, your thoughts.