Hey, it’s a miracle my body works at all, so every bowel movement is a good one, but the green had me a bit flummoxed.
Then it dawns on me; I’ve been eating Lemonheads. One of the guys brought in a garbage bag of leftover halloween candy and it consisted predominantly of lemonheads. Yeah, I love’em, and I got a sweet tooth. Hell, I have 32 sweet teeth. So I didn’t eat any for a day and the poop returns to it’s normal state.
I do a quick search to find that Lemonheads are colored with FD&C yellow #5. Turns out this stuff is a by-product of coal tar, and is apparently completely indigestable.
Nice.
Maybe I’ll have to try other kinds of candy with other dyes to find out what other colors of poop I can make. I do know that certain popsicles do black, dark blue. Maybe I can get something that’ll give me a bright red hue and I can alternate the lemonheads with the red-producing substance and have festive red and green poop for the holidays.
I really, really need more sleep.
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Here’s a fun fact: when our red blood cells break down and the hemoglobin is metabolised, a by-product is created, and that is what makes our poop brown. But you probably knew that, Billy Rubin.
Anyway, some brands of black licorice have given me some interesting green poop. It probably contains the same FD&C yellow #5.
I seem to recall that one of the Jelly-Belly jelly beans gave me purple dooky. Sorry, I can’t recall which flavor.
Good luck in your experiments, and feel free NOT to post pics.
A few years ago, I attended a Halloween party in which a friend had mixed up a drink involving crushed ice, various alcohols, and green food coloring. I liked it, and drank a bit. The party started around noon with a bbq, and went all day and far into the night.
Fast forward until about three a.m. I arrive at home, dropped off by a friend, and make my way upstairs, careful not to awaken my housemates. I decide to stop off in the bathroom prior to bed.
My blood-curdling shriek did awaken my housemates, wasting my careful effort in climbing the stairs silently.
The forest-green bowel movement had me convinced that I was going to die, or that parasites had infected my colon, or that the Taco Bell I ate on the way home really was toxic hell. I didn’t want to die on the shitter like Elvis. No. No way would that happen.
Soon I realized that the food coloring was to blame. Unfortunately, not soon enough, as said housemates were pounding on the bathroom door asking if I was okay.
“Yeah, I’m just shitting green,” seemed to placate them - or at least they decided that if I were coherent enough to talk, I was capable enough to handle my own demise.
That’s odd, Guin. My cousin, when she was little, ate a bunch of green play-doh, and it came out thoroughly green on the other end. (always green, it seems…)
We had a dog would eat tinsel off the christmas tree. The little strands of tinsel would connect the little doggy turds together like a string of fecal pearls.
