I got stoned last night, and had the irresistible urge to throw faeces at people. Not entirely sure as to whose lower intestine / colon / dunny I was going to plunder for this arsenal of chocolate hued projectiles, but at the time, I don't think I cared overly much. Acquiring the actual faeces seemed more important than wondering about the origins of said faeces. Had I some faeces, and some people to throw them at readily available, I would have doubtlessly given in to this odd urge.

I'm not sure why I thought it was important for you to know that.