Living Artwork

Is there anything in the world that is quite such a lovely phenomenon as the incredible wicking white cotton granny panty? Into what other material on earth can you insert a small ball of semi-solid stool, add 1-2 episodes of urinary incontinence, percolate 8-12 hours, and achieve such a lovely expanding field of brown?

And if the living artwork that is the Granny Panty isn't visually stimulating enough, there is always the smell. The eye-watering olfactory sting of aged ammonia, with the underlying bitterness of nutrient-free Little Old Lady Dung.

Yes, honey, there is something wrong with Grandma. It's called
D-E-M-E-N-T-I-A. It's the reason Grandma was walking around downtown in said pair of panties and nothing else. Perhaps you and your daddy should start looking into assisted living facilities.

****I appear to be obsessed with poo this week. Sorry.