I watch the love boats on their way to Alaska and imagine how much shit they spew into our waters.

I also worry about disposable diapers lying in mountainous heaps incubating endless number of diseases new and old.

I prefer using outhouses and can't quite reconcile the idea of shitting inside my place of habitation.

Yes, we will probably all be buried in our own shit one of these days. A trip to India will convince you of that.

Thank God, my shit doesn't stink.