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Visiting the parents.

I’m not done driving all over the country in my unfinished van yet. But I got to my parents house last night on the East Coast.

By 11 AM this morning my Ma has called me a “jack*ss”, “crazy” and begged me to get in the shower and “do something about that hair”. Then she said I looked like I combed my hair with a blender. I then took a selfie with her and the hair she made fun of. Now I’m pooping.

I’ll take that shower and do something about this hair, but I swear to god- it’s so good to be home.

At least she made a killer pisghetti last night.

 

Me with bad hair on my Mom’s toilet. Maybe next time she’ll think twice…

100,000,000 views!!

I’d just like to say thanks to everyone who has followed this blog- through all its evolutions since I started it in 2003. As of Friday, September 8th 2017, VocalVirgo.com has had 100,000,000 unique visitors! That’s a great feeling for a non-celebrity, irrelevant guy like me ;-)! Thanks!

I hope to keep evolving and be given the opportunity to keep sharing and entertaining!

 

With Love, @VocalVirgo

Composting Toilet. #VanLife

May I just say that it has been a joy to take a cr*p twice a day in a @LuggableLoo in the van during this road trip. I feel like this is a feeling I want to share with you idiots, because you have no life, and I cover my poo with shavings. Like a cat. Sort of.

Is it wrong that I enjoy crapping in a bucket? Meh.

#CrappingInABucket

Sh*tting in a Van

I’m just going to get to it. I am sitting on a @LuggableLoo, in my unfinished #CamperVan- taking a sh*t. I have never. But it’s not so bad. It’s a little awkward of a feeling because I can’t move around too much because it could tip over with me in it. Oh god, could you imagine if an almost full #CompostingToilet fell over in your van!!? Oh god, scary. I swear I’m just trying to keep it 100 % real, because this is the kind of stuff I couldn’t find on the Internet. Anyway, when I’m done I’m going to cover it up with shavings, put the lid back down and pretend it never happened. And yes, I’m talking pictures. Hell, I might Periscope this. I’ll at least post photos on @Instagram tomorrow. When the shame falls away.