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30Oct/09Off

What’s Your Poo Telling You?

A couple of years ago, Maggie and I were shopping and I picked up a silly little book called What’s Your Poo Telling You?. It’s exactly what it sounds like, complete with drawings. Most people crack up when they see it; my godson is horrified by it and hides it almost every time he comes over.

Anyway, the people that made the book have now created an iPhone app called The Poo Log. Yes. Your Shit– There’s An App for That .

The people at AvatarLabs are giving me the app to review, so look forward to me keeping you constantly updated on my poo. (Just kidding!)


 
Features of the app include:

  • Medically accurate information for all ages
  • Universal Appeal (everyone poops, after all)
  • Poo Timer
  • Poo Log
  • Graph Your Poos
  • Poo Pastimes – A quiz about fascinating poo facts
  • Friendly Dr. Poo sketch
  • Dookie descriptions

Here’s where you can get the app, and watch some videos with a guy dressed up as a turd, I am not lying.

They’d also like me to tell you that they also have a new book out about pee, aptly titled What’s My Pee Telling Me?

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  1. I am so intrigued by this, but I’ve never paid for an app yet (still new to my iPhone). I can’t let this be my first paid app just on principle. Can I???

  2. Heh. Only you can answer that, Amy.

    I think the first app I paid for was a tourist guide to New Orleans.

  3. Yet another reason why I has jellus of all your iPhones!

  4. poo means nothing to alot of people until cancer strikes. i, fortunately or unfortunately – not sure, check it out every time before i flush!

  5. Very true. Sounds gross but you’re right.

  6. Um, I hope you weren’t kidding, and I’m awaiting poo updates… I’m totally NOT kidding. :-)

    ps, I sent this to my friend who loves to poop, and who often sends me pictures of her poop, because sometimes her poop merits acknowledgment….

  7. Everybody’s poop merits acknowledgment.

    Mine, so far, is nothing to write home about.


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