<![CDATA[Gawker: potty humor]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: potty humor]]> http://gawker.com/tag/pottyhumor http://gawker.com/tag/pottyhumor <![CDATA[The Ladies Of 'The View' Discuss Whoopi's Super-Toilet]]>
The occasional Barbara Walters anecdote about her bathroom stall misadventures notwithstanding, we've always felt that the ladies of The View spend far too little time chatting about potty-related matters.

Imagine, then, our delight in Sherri Shepherd's extended discussion of the awe-inspiring centerpiece of Whoopi Goldbeg's luxurious powder room, a Toto brand commode featuring technology so advanced that its variable speed water jets are deployed only when the system detects you've finished a chapter in your first-edition copy of Pride & Prejudice. Given the amazing national publicity the company has just received, we imagine each View host will quickly be receiving a fanny-pampering wondershitter of her own, allowing for ongoing, provocative conversations about their differing preferences in oscillating or pulsating personal-cleansing options.

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<![CDATA[Bridal Mag Employees Forced to Do Pee-Pee Dance]]> We know we have it easy, sitting here at home, stereotypically pajama-clad and content to avoid places with cubicles and/or workspaces. Though our bathrooms are hardly beacons of Scrubbing Bubbles, we also know we are blessed in that when we inevitably choose to relieve our bodies of the fragrant waste we carry, we may do so in the privacy of our own homes. We've no one to answer to but ourselves, and we'll piss on the toilet seat when we damn well please.

But the emails we've received from one workplace, where employees are essentially on shitter lock-down, serves as a harrowing reminder of the challenge you readers face every day: the communal bathroom. At Bridal Guide magazine, errant employee urine (we'll spare you the speculation about bridal-mag spinsters and incontinence) has resulted in the locking of the restroom door, wherein employees may only take their post-coffee dumps with the office manager's permission and keys.

After the jump, the Potty Nazi gives everyone gets a "time-out."

——-Original Message——-
From: Office Manager @ Bridal Guide
Sent: Wednesday, July 19, 2006 4:05 PM
To: All Female Employees
Subject: Bad Behavior
Importance: High

I don't know if it is the heat or what, but some of us are forgetting our manners - not to mention hygiene.

There have be two instances this week where the conditions in the ladies rest room qualify for condemnation by the Health Department.

Come on Ladies - I know it is hot at and we are all dragging a bit - but if you are too tired to not only clean up after yourself, but aim properly, I suggest you go see your doctor!

This is not funny! It is disgusting and totally disrespectful to your fellow co-workers who share these facilities. I would also be interested in who the guilty party(s) thinks should clean up after their disgraceful behavior!

If this should happen again - I will lock the door and you will have to ask me for a key to use the ladies room.

Further notices on this subject will go to ALL employees of Bridal Guide and not just the women!

——-Original Message——-
From: Office Manager @ Bridal Guide
Sent: Wednesday, July 19, 2006 4:51 PM
To: All Female Employees
Subject: FW: Bad Behavior
Importance: High

Nice job! Whoever left the tampon applicator/wrapper in the toilet - if you were trying to find out how far you can push me - congratulations, now you know.

Starting July 31, 2006 the ladies room will be locked during business hours from 9-5. The only reason you are getting a week's reprieve is because I am on vacation next week.

You had better hope the trains work better in the next few weeks than they have this week (due to heat) because the ladies room will not be open until I get here.

There will be NO passing the key to another person. The key will come back to me and not passed on. I will inspect the ladies room before the next person is allowed to use it. If I am very busy and cannot get to it, the next person must let me know if there is a problem or they will be considered the responsible party.

Way to go!

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<![CDATA[Remainders: Pete Coors Loves That Refreshing Rocky Mountain Taste]]> peteydrinky.jpg&#8226; Beer king Pete Coors gets a DUI; in an era of corporate corruption, it sure is nice to see an executive who really loves his product. [Denver Post]
&#8226; If you're going to have a complex, might as well develop it in your infancy: pictures of Suri Cruise aren't worth half as much as those of Shiloh. [TMZ]
&#8226; At 7 PM tonight, a pompous clusterfuck will descend upon Soho House. Worse than usual, we mean. Here's your guide to understanding why the fuck Toby Young's book party is so random. [Eat the Press]
&#8226; Leonardo DiCaprio films at old mob haunt in Brooklyn; borough's celebrities-are-here arrogance grows 37%. [NewYorkology]
&#8226; A handy guide to the MySpace profiles of all your favorite D-list reality stars. [Jane]
&#8226; Speaking of D-List, agent Roger Paul revels in the joys of managing Screech. What's not to when the guy's packing 8-inches of hot geek meat? [NYP]
&#8226; The rules of office restroom etiquette: "Dancing in front of the auto-flush to the tune of 'Material Girl' playing in your head wastes water and will summon your boss to the bathroom like a beacon. Don't." [The World According to Tom]
&#8226; How not to gracefully accept that you didn't get the job. [PR Differently]
&#8226; The Post knows there's only one way to cover the "bartha bartha" explosion on East 62nd Street: by focusing on the hot girl who was tragically injured. A video of her almost getting killed? Even hotter. [NYP]

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<![CDATA[King and Rather Not Crackling Like a Hickory Fire, Nor Hotter Than the Devil's Anvil]]> Marc Cuban's poolboy Dan Rather appeared on Larry King last night to discuss his hasty departure from CBS and his forthcoming work on HDNet. As you can imagine, the interview was nothing but fireworks:

KING: Have you ever thought of entertaining a lawsuit?

RATHER: Notice that I pause.

KING: Pregnant pause.

RATHER: I'm not going to talk about that.

KING: But you're not saying no? I'll just — I'm being a Dan Rather journalist now. You did not say no.

RATHER: You asked me had I ever thought about it. And the answer is I can't say that I never thought about it.

Christ. At this point, we're praying for a fart just to liven things up.

Interview With Dan Rather [Larry King Live]

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<![CDATA[Larry King Seen Suspiciously Close to Gas Explosion]]> NBC is reporting that the 62nd street townhouse explosion may have been caused by a gas leak; the building housed doctors' offices and investigators are looking into a possible suicide attempt. Until more details emerge, let's go to the man-on-the-street interview with a notorious gas expert:

CNN's Larry King was in a hotel nearby at the time of the explosion. He said it felt like an earthquake.

"I've never heard a sound like that," King said.

We sincerely doubt that.

New York Building Collapses, Burns [CNN]
Earlier: Happy Monday: UES Building Explodes, Collapses
Related: Gawker's Hard-Hitting Coverage of Larry King's Flatulence

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<![CDATA[Larry King Throws the Brown Darts]]> On Friday, a reader claimed to have heard Larry King fart on-air towards the end of his interview with Star Jones; the video presented a questionable noise that may or may not have been the sound of King's anal methane. While we may never know if he passed gas with Star Jones, we've since received more information to suggest that Larry King is a chronic crop duster:

I sat next to Larry King at a charity bbq dinner in Sun Valley, Idaho in 1996. He leaned left and beefed right... directly on me. I was in high school, didn't know what to do... He didn't say excuse me.

And I later heard from a friend who was shooting documentary interviews with CNN anchors that during his interview with his highness, Larry King's handler had to stop the camera every 10-15 minutes. Larry farted explosively during the breaks.

So I think you're on to something here, although I bet it's well known on the inside.

And from an IMDb message board:

Someone who works at CNN told me something pretty funny about Larry King. They said he has a gas problem and farts often. To prevent his guests from being overwhelmed by the awful stench, there is a fan underneath his desk that blows air in the opposite direction of his guests to move the fart smell away from them.

Know anything more? We're listening (or sniffing).

Earlier: The Sweet, Sweet Sounds of Larry King's Ass
Did Larry King Peel the Paint Off the Wall?

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<![CDATA[The Sweet, Sweet Sounds of Larry King's Ass]]> It's come to our attention that in the final moments of Larry King's interview with Star Jones last night, the episode was given a special sign-off: As King was plugging tonight's forthcoming show, he took a pause and, "if you listen reeeeallly carefully," says our source, Ol' Shoulder Blades ripped an ass bomb. Or it certainly sounded like the man had gas, and ten rounds of DVR replays has our informant convinced. Because we're fucking idiots, we don't have last night's telecast recorded, so we can't confirm that Larry King did, in fact, fart at the end of his Star Jones exclusive. Granted, the flatulence could very well have come from Jones herself, what with her obvious gastro-intestinal difficulties. But unless it sounded like a foghorn, Jones is likely innocent.

Luckily for everyone, CNN is replaying the interview at 11 AM today, right up against The View. Obviously, we'll be watching — er, listening — and recording. Here's hoping the CNN edit room didn't erase the sweet sounds of Larry shooting a bunny.

Related: Star Jones on Larry King [CNN]

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<![CDATA[The Financial District's Tower of Poo]]> pootower.jpgThe Observer reports that the otherwise glistening building at 17 State Street has been having some real shit-slinging issues:

The story goes that several bathroom stalls in the building have been regularly bombed, as it were, by an office worker (or workers?) with compulsively and egregiously bad scatological conduct.

"I'm the one who goes in with the plunger," said the building's bow-tied porter last week. "But without them making a mess, I have no job. So I can't complain."

The porter fingered the 41st floor as "very messy." And two workers, outside at lunch last week, described the "egregious abuse" to the 22nd-floor bathrooms.

And surprisingly, not a single fashion magazine is located in the building.

Toilet Terror Downtown [NYO]

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<![CDATA[Update: The Case of the Pants Pooping Junket]]> Earlier this morning we made a passing reference to an item posted on Jossip regarding the semi-infamous Jaguar junket in Napa attended by Page Six reporter Chris Wilson. According to the Jossip item (which has since been updated), the Napa trip was marked by an incident in which Wilson was said to have shat his bed and then burned the sheets to hide his, uh, tracks.

As it turns out, the writer who destroyed his room (and not necessarily with feces, either) was not Chris Wilson — it was, rather, a lad who was then working at Complex (whose name, on second thought, isn't worth being forever haunted by this in Google). As we understand it, the room was given the typical rock-star thrashing, but his bowels were definitely under control.

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<![CDATA[Payola Six: Poopy Pants Are Not Tolerated]]> Nice cover story in the latest New York Press on the Payola Six scandal — so maybe they're a week late to the party, but they still bring with them some nice treats. Doug Dechert attended (UPDATE: make that "crashed") Page Six editor Richard Johnson and Sessa von Richthofen's wedding festivities, reporting that guests were concerned that Sessa's supposedly aristocratic father was "really born on the wrong side of the blanket and only adopted his father's family name later in life." How mortifying to have your wedding guests tittering that you might just be of average lineage.

As for post-nuptial affairs back at Camp Six, Dechert writes:

...eventually some heads are gonna roll. The Post will resist axing Richard Johnson because of the decades of investment the institution has made in building his imprimatur. As of this writing, Wilson is the most vulnerable member of the staff because The Daily News has already singled him out for accepting all expense paid, first-class trips from interesting sources. Wilson could be the next to go as this cancer metastasizes.

Interestingly, one of those first-class trips is rumored to involve some bed-shitting and sheet-burning. And we hear Col Allan really doesn't tolerate that sort of bedroom behavior. See update.

Media Wars [NY Press]
Chris Wilson's Little Napa Accident [Jossip]

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<![CDATA[Gossip Roundup: Clay Aiken Needs a Few Good Beards]]> concerts_clayaiken.jpg&#8226; After having unprotected sex with a green beret and trolling the web for the finest young men available, Clay Aiken is now looking for some female company. If only Penelope Cruz were available. [Page Six]
&#8226; Director Kevin Smith will not be casting Reese Witherspoon or Nicole Richie in any forthcoming films, as he feels the former is a cunt and the latter is a slut. Since when did that prevent an actress from getting a role? [Lowdown]
&#8226; Former Sony Music chairman Tommy Mottola angers his well-heeled neighbors in Westchester County by building a big, ugly house. As if Captain Greasypants would build a tasteful colonial. [R&M]
&#8226; The best lede we'll read all week: "Gloria Estefan says Fidel Castro poops his pants." [Gatecrasher]
&#8226; We were somehow overlooked this year, but the ballots for Vanity Fair's international best-dressed list include Amy Sacco, Anna Anisimova, Brian Williams, and maybe a few dead folk. [Page Six]
&#8226; Dear Sharon Stone: Please shut the fuck up already. [Liz Smith]

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<![CDATA[Katie Couric Gets Dumped On]]>
Seriously, the ONE freaking morning we spare ourselves the horror of the Today show, and it's the morning that a bunch of birds crap on Katie Couric.

Maybe it's best that we missed it. The moment's so unbelievably literal, we probably would've just quit right then — nothing more for us to do here.

NBC Olympic Coverage Off to Messy Start: Did Birds Discharge on Couric? [Drudge]

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<![CDATA[A Very Special Gawker Stalker: Tom Ford's Incredibly Sexy Hygiene]]>
A reader writes:

We all gotta crap. That's why there are restrooms. We all gotta wash our hands afterward. That's why there are sinks. Guess Tom Ford never got that memo.

Our feelings about the Vanity Fair cover just went from jealous to sympathetic. Poor Scarlett and Keira, forced to get all fleshy with Mr. PeeHands.

[Image via Oh La La Paris]

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<![CDATA[NYDN 'Cribs']]> More intrepid journalism from the Daily News:

The latest trend in child-rearing - trying to toilet train babies as young as 6 months old - was the talk of the mommy circuit yesterday.

There's an original, quirky trend piece! But why does it sound so familiar....

Coming so soon after this, it must be intentional. Part of a whole brand repositioning, maybe?

The New York Daily News: the paper for people who can't get TimesSelect to work.

When poo poo talk on Sundays just isn't enough [Jossip]
Moms Say Pooh to Potty Trend [NYDN]
A Fast Track to Toilet Training for Those at the Crawling Stage [NYT]
Earlier:
NYDN Cribs

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<![CDATA[You Get What You Pay For, and Then Some]]>
Around Chinatown and/or the LES, you might see this sort of sign in your hallway, usually regarding spitting. But the rents are higher in Soho, so the bodily fluids are naturally more intense.

Bad Sign! [Gothamist]

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<![CDATA[On the Record, or the Toilet]]> From the MSN homepage right now:
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Do you have any idea what "urine power" is? We certainly don't.

But we understand Greta Van Susteren will soon be starting round-the-clock coverage of it.

Popular Searches [MSN.com]

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<![CDATA[If Peeing Your Pants is Cool, Consider Fergie Miles Davis]]> Oh, we get it. You think you're sooo much better than Fergie, the singer for the Black Eyed Peas. Like you've never gotten so drunk you pissed yourself? Well, that's not what your sheets said.

Granted, the band may have shown up an hour late for this show because, as they said, traffic was terrible. But that doesn't explain the shitty performance that reportedly followed or what could simply be Fergie's remarkably sweaty inner thighs. Those issues are best explained by being so inebriated as to pee your pants, which brings us back to our initial point: Like you've never done the exact same thing.

The Black Eyed Peees [Lukas Kaiser]

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<![CDATA[An American Morning on So Many Levels]]> Surely a moment for the CNN scrapbook.

Guest: You see, Miles, if you gently apply pressure to the shaft while lightly grazing its base, the rocket will launch rather effectively.
Miles: But what about the danger of another explosion?
Guest: Oh, I am sure of it.

Earlier: Is That a Rocket in Your Pants or Are You Just Happy to See Me? [Gawker]

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<![CDATA[Is That a Rocket in Your Pants, or Are You Just Happy to See Us?]]> mob.jpgWhile we were busy watching Al Roker interview some genius about real estate being pricey, there was some climactic shuttle coverage on CNN:

Miles O Brien and his shuttle guest were sitting there with model shuttles / rockets propped upright in their laps pointing out the different parts, then absent-mindedly caressing them it was a morning masterstroke, if you get my drift

And we totally, totally missed this. Serves us right for still watching the Today show. Free cookies* to anyone who caught a screen cap of this momentous occasion.

*Cookies may or may not be laced with Viagra.

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<![CDATA[It's the Reader Making This Joke. We'd Never Say Such a Thing.]]> 20050720yahoopics.jpgYahoo! provides a certain screen-grabbing reader's homepage with thumbnails of the site's most-emailed photos. Her observation on visiting the site this morning?

"All those asses."

Hey-o!

Most Emailed Photos and Slideshows [Yahoo! News]











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