burun wrote:I also became a big star to my little cousin Monica, who was completely psyched that I "knew" Clifford and had "met" him.

Aww, super cute!

But like, where does his poo go? You wouldn't want to see that curling out of his big red ringpiece would you? It would smash through your house like a train, with whole motor vehicles encrusted in it like sweet corn, the trapped passengers screaming hysterically from the holocaust about to unfold all around them. A veritable twin tower of dog shit.
Is the excellent title 'Clifford the Big Red Dog' paradigmatic? I feel that there is much to be learned for all of us from this thread.

burun wrote:When I freelanced for Scholastic, I worked on some Clifford premiums for the book club.

They were fun.

What is a Cliffod premium? Mugs? Tees? Big red dog collars?

I want one.

Isabelle Gall wrote:But like, where does his poo go?

This really is the question.

Isabelle Gall wrote:

burun wrote:I also became a big star to my little cousin Monica, who was completely psyched that I "knew" Clifford and had "met" him.

Aww, super cute!

But like, where does his poo go? You wouldn't want to see that curling out of his big red ringpiece would you? .

I'd like to officially nominate "ringpiece" as the new slang title for a butthole.

Isabelle Gall wrote:It would smash through your house like a train, with whole motor vehicles encrusted in it like sweet corn, the trapped passengers screaming hysterically from the holocaust about to unfold all around them. A veritable twin tower of dog shit.

Scatamary Damacy.

Doug Clifford- not crap.

Where does that goddamn dog shit and who the fuck cleans up after it? Can you imagine the size of those dog links? Every fly in the western hemisphere must feel the urge to migrate towards those massive fudge loafs. For christ sakes the water table has to be ruined for at least month after one of those monolith pantloads. Do they even make Febreeze cans that fuckin big?