Word: pooped
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...could not stop thinking, 'What is this horrible smell? What is going on? It smells like crap.' I realized later, outside, after I had hugged my friend goodbye, that on the way there I had stepped in dog shit and I had been sitting there the entire time with poop on my shoes. That is the impression I made on the members of the Signet...
...concentrates hard on finishing. As we turn the corner onto Mt. Auburn Street, one of the girls gets distracted by the Lowell House bell tower. "Who do they keep there?" she asks. "A princess," replies her young companion. The sight of a pigeon interrupts their fairy-tale musings. "Pigeon poop! Pigeon poop!" they sing...
Smith calls the film "a bizarre mix of lowbrow jokes and highbrow concepts and then vice versa." Ain't it, though? He mixes poop and prophecy, scatology and eschatology; he crams his script with enough belly laughs for six Adam Sandler movies and enough citations of angelology and the Gnostic gospels to make a Jesuit's head split. This is a Shavian debate--Don Juan in New Jersey--with potty mouth. Dogma, recall, comes from the Greek word meaning "to think." And that's what Smith wants the viewer...
...endured a rough six months, ever since the Catholic League, a lay group with 350,000 members and an intimidating letterhead, had pressured the Walt Disney Co. and its subsidiary Miramax Films to drop Dogma, Smith's rambunctious comedy about God, faith and a monster made of poop. Smith was able to make his movie freely, but if the protesters had had their way, he couldn't show it. To twist the famous bumper-sticker phrase, their karma ran over his Dogma...
...enthusiastic audience filled the normally calm theater to cramped standing room, inspiring the band to attempt their P-Funk-parodic magnum opus. "Okay, this hasn't worked for the last six nights," Gene told the crowd, "But if we all concentrate really hard I bet we can get the Poop Ship to descend on Butt-F**k, Mass., or wherever we are." The next 15 minutes could only be described as a paean to the mothership of all things flatulent. It began as a trudging grind-core chant to the ship itself, progressed through a rendition of every fake farting...