Captain Poop arrived on the newly discovered island of Underpantsia and struggled mostly with the indigenous people’s polysemous body language, never knowing if their waves meant hello or goodbye, so he just assumed they meant pillage and that’s just what he did.
“On this next slide we see a picture of the elusive Poop Clam, indigenous to the waters of the 69th parallel. Great thinkers oft meditate on why this clam looks so much like a freshly laid turd and yet houses within its shell a perfect glowing pearl. The dichotomous and complex existence of this rare creature shall be the topic of your next assignment: Poop Clam, polysemous muse to poet and philosopher alike.”
Cindy Capleton was in labor yesterday but promises to personally make it up to you all somehow, someday.