Poop.
Poo. Faeces. Doo doo. Number two. Bombing the porcelain sea.
Whatever you want to call it, it’s not a very nice topic. And to be certain, not one that I thought I would be discussing with the general public. But something is happening in the world of twistin’ out a nine coiler, and I’m not entirely cool with it.
The Poop Saga, as it shall forever be known, started with Kate Upton. (There’s something I never thought I’d say…)
I was absent-mindedly scrolling through my Insta feed yesterday when an odd shot stopped me. It was from the account of the glorious, heavenly, boobs-in-zero-gravity goddess Kate Upton. The photo was a close up of what looked like a pool toy, with her initials on it.
Hum, I thought to myself. What on earth is that? Some kind of bust-boosting device? I better take a better look.
“First monogrammed gift,” she wrote, “#squattypotty #bestgift@doubleyousquared @squattypotty”
#SquattyPotty?
Squatty…potty?
Within seconds I was on the official Squatty Potty website, and I sat there for a good few minutes digesting (ugh, totally the wrong word to use) the information in front of me.
“Hi, we are the Edwards family,” read the home page.
Top Comments
Well, colourwise, you'd probably have to go teak, really, wouldn't you?
Good article! Yep weird but I'm all over it (btw - a normal small step stool achieves the same position which is cheaper and you probably already have one). Much healthier for you in the long term and I have noticed a definite difference!