Heh, more like no. 2 many…

That is the mark of a truly great older brother - I raise my cup of Tea to you good sir, may the poop jokes continue to flow…ughh that’s nasty! :D

the day that poop jokes aren’t funny to me, life will no longer be worth living.

The only thing better than a good poop joke, is a great fart joke.

Again, the genius of the comic makes me ask the question—“Why hadn’t anyone thought of this before?”—this time with the name Dr. Doo Doo.
Perfectly brilliant.
Had any of us been thinking like a five- or six-year-old, the plunger should have been given us a gut feeling about what was coming next. A low-and-dropping gut feeling, with increasing pressure—almost enough to double us over. ... Um. Excuse me for a few moments ...

(aaaagh! Noooo! Armor AND swords! Aaa-aaack!)

I hope that someone will at least consider giving Malachai a monocle for Christmas.