I could have sworn this Japanese museum exhibition had been mentioned before, but I can't find any trace of it ...
Even poop is cute at Japanese museum that encourages play
Japan’s culture of cute makes no exceptions for poop. It gets a pop twist at the Unko Museum in Yokohama near Tokyo.
Here, the poop is artificial, nothing like what would be in a toilet, and comes in twisty ice cream and cupcake shapes, in all colors and sizes.
“The poops are colorful and come out nicely in photos,” said Haruka Okubo, a student visiting part of the museum devoted to all-important selfies. “The shape is so round and cute.”
In Japan, little poop-shaped erasers with faces and other small items have long been popular items collected by children, and sometimes older folks. As elsewhere, scatological jokes are popular and bodily functions discussed openly: a recent morning variety show by public broadcaster NHK featured tips on how to deal with farts.
Visitors to the museum get a short video introduction and then are asked to sit on one of seven colorful, non-functional toilets lined up against the wall.
Music plays as a user pretends to poop, then a brightly colored souvenir “poop” can be collected from inside the toilet bowl, to be taken home after the tour.
A ceiling-high poop sculpture in the main hall erupts every 30 minutes, spitting out little foam poops. ...
Thanks, but no ... I specifically recalled its being recent, having the same emphasis on cute little poop figures, and the museum's being named "Unko". I must have read about it earlier but never got around to posting about it here.
My toilet uses nine Litre of water per flush. (yes, I have measured it. But no, I didn't weigh a selection of 'deposits' and come to an average weight).
So that's 50,000 x 9 or 450,000 litre of potable water sent, well, down the pot, every day just to keep those turds moving.
In order to preserve the environment I do not flush my Eartha Kitts and instead do drawings with them on various public walls, I am very civic minded, sharing a little of myself with others. Unless I've had ten pints and a curry, in which case it's a lot of myself.
When my kids were babies I couldn’t go near a nappy or puke without heaving, I tried, honestly I tried, but I would end up with a half cleaned baby lying on the floor whilst I was calling god on the big white telephone. Latterly when my sons wife started to produce I would do the grandad thing, offer to babysit then call one of my daughters round to assist with the nappies and any projectile vomit that may make an appearance.
Recently the wife has been incapacitated for several weeks after surgery to repair a triple fracture to the ankle; twice in that time the puppy has gone down with gastro-enteritis. Puke and shit in biblical proportions. My kids were rolling around with laughter and high fiving when they heard with lots of wisecracks about Karma.
A homeowner was left stunned and revolted after he discovered a builder he had hired to a leak had defecated on top of his roof.
The 38-year-old dad said he felt he'd checked out the company thoroughly before he hired them to stop a leak in his loft at his home in Skegness.
But he was horrified to discover one member of the firm's staff had left a large pile of faeces behind - and claims some of it had even been put down his chimney.
To make matters worse, the grinning culprit had his photograph taken doing the dirty deed - and then shared them with friends.