Revoltingly OT: Size of your colon

[douglas]

Get that kid to a doctor, and get his parent to a psychiatrist!

[Will]

Perhaps he meant the size of 40 British one pound coins? I mean, it technically is "40 pounds". And I could believe that there's a bunch of crap about the size of a roll of coins lurking around in there...

But, of course, it's an infomercial. It's all about crap anyway.

[dogscoff]

Perhaps he meant the size of 40 British one pound coins?

Or two £20 notes..?

You'll probably find that there is one world-record case of some hugely obese, chronically constipated McPerson who hasn't moved their arse or bowels for the last six months and subsequently had 40 pounds of gunk hanging around in their bowels. The advertisers then use this exceptional case as a benchmark to convince the audience that this could apply to them. If you (can stand to) watch the ad really carefully you'll probably catch a reference early on that says something like "did you know that you could have up to forty pounds of blah blah blah". Note the words "could have" and "up to". These indicators of vagueness are quietly dropped almost immediately and the idea that *you* are carrying the poo equivalent of quintuplets in your digestive tract is portrayed more and more as a certainty as the ad continues.

EDIT: Rremin me why we're having this conversation again?

[narf poit chez BOOM]

Males and poop jokes?

[AgentZero]

OK, you wanna know where it went totally over the top? Like I mentioned above, the 'health expert' guest claimed his kids were dropping logs the size and thickness of HIS arm. Not his kid's arm, HIS. And he figured out there was something wrong with him because he thought his should be proportionatly the same size. PROPORTIONATLY?! That would mean a 'healthy' human adult would be having a bowel movement that was BIGGER THAN THEIR LEG! Well, he was right about one thing, there is something very, very wrong with him, but I think it's a bit north of his digestive tract.

[dogscoff]

*dogscoff produces a turd the size of a small urban light-rail commuter train.

*dogscoff airs it as an infomercial.

[AgentZero]

LOL, that's nasty!

But hey, on the topic of crap, anyone catch the second part of Category 7: End of the World? Yeah, crap. I mean, in the end, they disperse the storm by shutting off all the power in DC which drops the temperature by a few degrees which apparently is enough to disperse a storm in seconds?! Maybe I'm spoilt in Ireland since we don't import the crap, but I was thinking with shows like CSI etc, we were finally getting away from that whole junk science thing. I mean, at least put an effort into coming up with a plausible ending to the story? Seriously, correct me if I'm wrong, but once you get a big nasty storm on your front yard, the only thing left is to ride it out and hope for the best. After all, the electricity supply is usually the first thing to go, and I've been through a lot of nasty storms and none of them have magically disappeared within a few seconds of the lights going out.

Once again, made-for-TV movies have screwed me out of another two hours I want back.

Bleh....

[Fyron]

But weather controlling machines are so cool! Who cares if we don't know what we are talking about, we are Hollywood writers! Don't ever go work for Hollywood AZ, it will turn your writing into a log the size of my forearm.

[Phoenix-D]

CSI is hardly decent science, you know. Actually most shows on TV aren't; any time they go anywhere near my specialty (biology) it makes me cringe.

Which casts very strong doubts on the rest of it, especially given that I can pick out ridiclous stuff elsewhere, as well.

[Renegade 13]

But if you can suspend your disbelief, it can be worth watching.