A variation that doesn’t exist (because, to the best of my knowledge, I just thought of it), but should, is dropping the ugly baby in the river.

It is quite amusing having this discussion today. I get into work today and there’s a bag looped over a crash pole. Yes, it was a bag of shit.

Gotta go, this topics bugging the shit out of me.

Does anyone have anything else to add?

> Excrement is the stuff written here.
Soup, stop trying to fancy up the place. Shit’s shit and this is shit.

Now I just need to get financing; perhaps one of those small business government grants.

I think you’re onto something with the vomit shirt. In fact, someone could make millions by introducing a line of deterrent clothes. Vomit shirts, pee pants, and I’d love to see one with some fake blood to wear around my neighborhood. “Nobody’s gonna mess with me if they think someone’s already messed with me.” That’s my motto. I just made it up, but it’s my motto.

B&G should really jump on this one.

I can see it now: In a public or semi-public location, surrounded by an assortment of card-carrying idiots (you know the type, they do things like wearing t-shirts that say “stupid”, but there is no one wearing an “I’m with stupid” t-shirt), licensed jack-asses, (easily spotted by their loud braying), a couple of drunken used-car salemen, (don’t even get me started on these characters), and maybe some desperate single or recently seperated/divorced guy looking to score, and you realize you are in one of “those” situations! So you lean over to remove your trusty vomit pin from your purse, or turn away from who ever/whatever was trying to attract and keep your attention and take your vomit pin from your jacket pocket, and attach it in a prominent spot on your shirt or blouse. It is quickly noticed and soon you are blissfully unmolested.

Except for the drunken used-car salesmen; it usually requires a crow bar or sledge hammer, pepper spray, threats of bodily harm, and vivid descriptions of disgusting medical procedures gone wrong to deter them.

I’m not much of a regurgitator and don’t think even I would request that of the other B&Gers. I could, however, mention a web site that features a couple of girls and an overflowing cup.

Here I am, once again, finding the need to take the high road. I’m not sure what that says but it sure is frightening me a little.