Gary: "Auuughghgh! Come look at this!"
Gary: "Auuughghgh! That is GREAT!"
Gary: "That HAS to go on your blog!"
Ellen: "The hell it does!"
Gary: "Are you kidding? This is GREAT! This is amazing."
Ellen: "No. This is gross."
Gary: "This is like ... like ... like a monolith!"
Ellen: "What are you doing - no! Not the camera! You are sick. This is sick!"
Gary: "I need to get the lighting just right."
Ellen: "Seriously, I'm not putting a picture of that on my blog. That is sick. And people will think I'm perverted. And that I have no control, in my own house, and that we should never be permitted to have children."
Gary: "YOU HAVE TO!"
Ellen: "Really, I already talk too much about that on my blog. People will think I'm obsessed."
Gary: YOU HAVE TO YOU HAVE TO!"
So, fine, I have to. If you are not at work, and you have a strong stomach, and if you will not report me to the authorities, and if you think Gary has even remotely good taste and want to be completely disabused of that notion, then DON'T CLICK THE OLD LINK BECAUSE IT IS UNEXPECTEDLY PERVERTED, BUT INSTEAD CLICK THIS LINK.*
But don't blame me. Because I told you not to. In fact, I beg you, don't click that link. Unless you are a fourteen year old boy. Seriously, don't click it. And don't get a dog. Really.
* UPDATE! Gary came home today and took one look at that image on the giant 24" monitor and called me screaming, "AUUUUGGHGHGGHH! I HAD NO IDEA IT LOOKED LIKE THAT! THAT"S PERVERTED!" He says it was the high-resolution on the big screen that made him aware of the phallic properties of the poo sculpture. So, we have swapped it out for a photo of vertical (!) dog poo that is more in shadow and less anatomically correct. Sigh. Hidey-ho.