Sunday, June 25, 2006

My apologies to all, but this is something i have to write.

i have long been facinated by the number of names we have for...er...human waste. Here's my list. Please add to it, i know every household has their own private version. I'm considering doing a thesis on it...

shit
No. 2
potty
caca / kaka
chi-chi / chee (short form)
tatti
goo-goo
Hug /H (for the polite)
Big job
Motions (!)
Stools (i want to laugh everytime a doc says that)
doo-doo


anyone?

24 comments:

± said...

pakistan
jungle-paani
nehron-paar
warrant
summons
toya pattna

and if my dear bloggerpal sunayna gets here i am sure she'll give you enough more.

she already did the thesis.

though my fav is tatti.
in class, i would always raise my hand and say 'madam ji tatti ayee hai'.
i always got out... they never said no...

and rightly so too... agar pakistan jaana hi hai, to garajte baraste jao...

:-)

± said...

oops... no pun intended...

Queenmatrai said...

"DUMP"

And imagine Harjee from panties to dump

LOL

~noojes

:) said...

and i was begining to lose hope here!

harjee, what does 'toya pattna' mean exactly? its punjabi i presume...
don't really like the fact that u call it 'pakistan'. we should be trying to build and mend bridges, but each to their own i guess.

nooj, there's even crap. though personally i find it a bit crude.

± said...

toya means hole.

pattna mean making or digging.

im sorry for the pakistan bit...
but you asked for new naems.

i have nothing aginst them. one of my closest friends is from lahore.
and they call it 'bharat' there.

i fail to undestand why everything i say is taken so seriously...

i have a pakistani logging into my blog page and giving me bad words about khalistan now.

guess i should just stop commenting... or maybe make an anonymous blog that cannot be traced back to me. am tired of being judged...

:) said...

Harjee,

here's something you may enjoy. and chill no ones judging you. like i said each to his own.

--

The Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The
Pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in
the race again, and it won again. The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he
ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.
The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the Pastor
to get rid of the donkey. The Pastor decided to give it to a
Nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following
headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.
The bishop fainted. He informed the Nun that she would have
to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for
$10.
The next day the paper read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the Nun to
buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could
run wild.
The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE

The Bishop was buried the next day.

The moral of the story is....being concerned about public
opinion can bring you much grief and misery...and even
shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life... Stop
worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot
happier and live longer!

± said...

nice...

± said...

[sarcasm lost in transit in last para of earlier message]

but the read was good. so was the moral.

point taken.

Queenmatrai said...

bombay is coming
so is my potty
will i be able to hold on till we get home?

Its evident you grew up using the word potty ;)

~Noojes

Anonymous said...

ewwwwwwwwwww!!!


well, this is the first time i've come here to ure blog, but can i still call ya a weirdo?! *grin*

perky pink pirate said...

woohoo... harjee was right.. this sure is my place to be... so what all do you wanna know? here's my list:

THE ACT OF DEFECATION
belly flopper (a turd that splashes the buttocks as it enters the water)
big hit
brownie
bum cigar
chocolate iceberg (a turd that is so large that a part of it is above the water)
crap
crash
doober
dump
floater (a stool that does not disappear when the toilet is flushed)
poop
grot
grunties
irish shave
load off one's behind
poo-poo
poopie-plops
shit
shite
turd


DEFECATORY SPECIALITIES

cockney's luxury: using the pot instead of taking a trip to the outdoor privy)
kangaroo shit: doing potty in a squatting position


TO DEFECATE

bog
bury a quaker
choke a darkie
cramber
crap
crimp one off
curl one off
despatch one's cargo
do a job
do tatti
do potty
do a rear
do one's business
do one's duty
drop one's bundle
drop one's load
drown the brown turtle
lay a log
lump
open the bombay doors
park a darkie

SKIDMARKS

blotcher
bobstain
hershey squirts
skiddies

WET FARTS

dirt sauce
drop a pebble
garaj ke saath cheetein



i could go on but the match just got over and i need to sleep... you know where to find me... so hey 30 and happy - thanks for giving me a platform to showoff my inanely insane knowledge...

: )

:) said...

SUNAYNA,
u take the throne! that is unbelievable. how much research have you done? now that i think about it, hadn't u once written a fantastic poem on tatti too? god lady, u are truly talented. from now on, no more tatti talk on my blog. i'll come over to yours...


CLOSETALK,
Make my day ;)

NOOJ,
chi-chi.

perky pink pirate said...

*takes a bow*


i'm very soon gonna put up an extensive, well-reseached piece of shit on my blog... u've given me the inspiration, my dear 30 and happy....

Revati Upadhya said...

"kakoos"

:) said...

haathi, :D like the sound of that.

chinks, tks

Saturday Night Takeout said...

I give up.

http://www.doodie.com/

Spazsim Chasm said...

crap, poopie, doodie and turd...
And oh my god that is a crazyy post!! Love it .. i love it!
SC

Spazsim Chasm said...

ohh...
my mum calls it Kakki..
gross

byker7 said...

Let's make up a few new ones:

Septic Tank Deposit (a.k.a. STD)


Blair (as in "where's the loo? i've gotta blair?"


Strategic Insight (needs no further explanation)

there... i've started the ball rollin... contribute as you see fit.

Anonymous said...

Real life shit story:

My colleague's 4-year old nephew is really depressed one day. So his mom asks him what the matter is. He pouts, "You know, I feel really bad for my potty." Mom's like, Oh God, now what. He continues, almost teary eyed, "My potty, it can't swim. It drowns in the water all the time. It's so sad :-( :-("

A chance meeting with The Floater should take care of it I think.

Citrus said...

You don't have an email address. I took your last post and posted it. I wanted to know if it was alright. And if it isn't. I'll take it down.

K

:) said...

i'm flattered citrus.

thank u

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