When Bill Hole needs some action he goes to the bumper cars, and you know how it goes.

Bill Hole was eating his Cheetos while wearing pale green slacks. Bill Hole is not some kind of loser, he is the perfect person, the man all women desire and wish to marry. Bill Hole is waiting patiently by the phone waiting for romance and of course (you)

An interesting BETTER WORLD AWARD goes to rain, which helps me drink, shower, and enjoy green grass.

Looks like antisemite's are off to a bad year. Maybe they need a map of Hitler's life for nostalgia.

Before you open up your mouth in California gargle with this: Anger Management Polite Politics Mouth Wash!

What do I think of the Gospels? It's got some very good writing in it. Anyone who wants to convert someone doesn't have to say anything really. Just hand them the gospels and tell them to enjoy the experience.

I predict that Putin and Russia are going to propose something new, share some surprising details, etc.

Online hate will also be persued.

We are not afraid.

What can you do? Be safe and be productive.

Australia wins the Better World Award.

The laws of attraction do not include loud farting.

Never name you child: Tough Decisions Dude

Never name your child: Smells Like Herring

Never name your child: Throbbing, Pulsating Hands

Never name your child: Unhinged Spinning Head

Never name your child: Dumb Ass Chunks

Don"t name your child: Prolonged Butt Wipe

After this time I would give President Trump a good grade. I think he understands the presidency in a way that offers a lot of hope for us all. Experience and testing can bring remarkable results.

The basket of eggs were beautiful and special for Bill Hole.

And then Mister Blur was looking at random pictures.

Bill Hole is hiding again, because he found a special friend!

Stand up to what and why? Alright then Dems get wild, complain and stomp feet.

Today I am not sure what plate I will offer, but I just hope you all like it.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!