shanghai shitpile

a rare form of a plop of dogsh-t. usually found discarded by the beast after it inadvertantly consumes too much spicy double pork with cabbage and peppers which was left out by its human counterpart after a night of binge drinking and h-llo kitty themed hooker banging. the incommodious k-9 then empties its irritated insides all over the apartment as follows. the anxious animal will squint its eyes in anguish as it desperatly attempts to expell last nights mistake, but the great, hot pain contorts fido’s dirty furrow in such a way that when he actually squeezes one past, he will rise and reveal a tiny tower of sh-t that stands up proud under its own strength. this spectacle is repeated throughout the day creating a vista resembleing a beautiful skyline that would rival that of downtown shanghai. also, some of the time out of spite towards the tasty but dangerous dish, the -n-l architect will again search out the left-overs, and sh-t on a bed of rice creating an even more majestic pseudo-city, what with the contrast in color, and the uncertainty of the foundation. the sh-t tower can be likened to a pearl, whereas out of one’s pain and discomfort comes another’s treasure.
billy: “dude, let’s go to dave’s party tonight”.

peter: “i don’t know man, last time we woke up the next morning and i needed a map to get out of that mess of ‘shanghai sh-tpiles’ and ugly hookers.

billy: “yeah, but he’s gonna have free chinese food like last time too, remember how yummy that was?”

peter: “oooh yeah, f-ck it, lets go.