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If you had 5 minutes to talk to a Dung Beetle, what would you say?

Occasionally we will get probing questions from our readers for the staff to answer.

Occasionally we don’t.

This could or could not be one of those occasions. You decide which.

Ervin Sholpnick of Hot Lard would like to know:

If you had 5 minutes to talk to a Dung Beetle, what would you say?

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Justin

Justin

Justin -Hey, Dung Beetle, wipe that shit-eating grin off your face; I need your opinion on if a doody-based diet is right for me too.

So a lot of people over the years have advised me to look into your habits.  Generally it would be an off-hand remark like, “Eat shit and die, Justin,” and, granted, I usually viewed it more of a threat than diet advice.  I mean, the speaker always had some malice in his or her delivery, like how someone might say, “Sit on a tack, ass hat,” “Suck my weiner,” or, “I hope your only choice for an in-flight movie is John Carter.”

Anyways, enough shit talk, I know you don’t care about what I eat, but how pumped are you for the last episodes of Breaking Bad?

Rants

Rants

So you basically collect shit, roll it into a ball and make it all pretty, and then push it around for some obscure purpose… ‘sup, Bro!  Never knew you were in the Army too! *buys dung beetle a beer*
Monk Monkey

Monk Monkey

Five minutes?? I’ll only need five seconds to win over that dung beetle with my wit, charm, and superb hygeine. Dung beetles have a yuck-o life. They don’t wanna talk about their day. They don’t want to chit-chat. They want to take their mind off all that! They want to laugh, love, LIVE!
So, I would simple tell him a joke. Then we will laugh and laugh and be immediate BFFs – “Monkey and Me” by Dung Beetle will be a bestseller!
Q: What’s brown and sounds like a bell?
A: Dunnnggg!
Christopher

Christopher

First of all, we would have to have a talk about life choices. I mean, come on! Of all the things in the world you could roll you would choose shit?! (Stoners are laughing so hard they are snorting up Cheetos right now.) You could roll grass, (again, stoners losing it…I’m very popular with stoners…and drunks…and baristas) mud, pretzels, mutual funds…the possibilities are endless.  Then I would quote my Uncle Harold’s favorite saying, “It’s like snorting cocaine off an elephant’s belly, seems like a good thing at the time, but at some point, you will get trampled.” I don’t know what that means either, or how you would even be able to do such a thing…but Uncle Harold kind of reminds me of the dung beetle…full of shit. Make good life choices little beetle.
Mike

Mike

 As a Dung Beetle, do you feel you’ve been overshadowed by the more mainstream ones like John, Paul, George and Ringo?
Chowderhead

Chowderhead

 I’d probably get caught up in a lecture, per usual:   “Hey, shithead, be a champ and roll that poo ball out of my living room before I turn you into one of those ink blot tests.  Good god, have some decency.  How would you like it if I came waltzing into your wig wam and pulled my bare butt across your white Berber  carpeting?  That’s what I thought!  Now brush your teeth!
Omawarisan

Omawarisan

“Look here, beetle, here’s what you’ve got to do. Hide your dung. Create a sort of dung repository. Then go out and get manageable loads of the stuff and bring it back to your place. Your dung’s purity will be higher; you won’t be getting stuff stuck to it. I’m sure you’ll see a difference in freshness as well. I mean, what you’re doing now works, but all that exposure isn’t good for the product. That shit goes bad in the hot sun.”
“Trust me:  Small batches. Efficient transport. Purity. Limit your light exposure. Keep the stuff cool.”
Cordelia

Cordelia

Um, Once upon a time I did actually have a conversation with a dung beetle. I can’t recall his name, and I may or may not have been drunk…but I was in South africa. Here, I have proof.
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Yep, Totally had to be drunk, that thing was huge, and scary, and now that I think about the fact that it had been previously rolling a huge ball of poo around…now I’m grossed out, Why was I holding that? I don’t even know. I think I asked him where the hell he was going with that giant poo ball, and I think I told him he shouldn’t work so hard and that Life is shitty enough without having to rush around collecting shit into a ball that Is larger than you are, Or something to that effect.  Like I said, I was drunk. Why else would I pick up a feces collecting nightmare monster and have a conversation with it?
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One Of The Hosts Of Podcast 42. Online Producer for The Over The Line Show. Voice over actor, writer on various websites, published author, should not eat cheese but still does. Follow me on twitter: @chrisdevoss

34 Comments on If you had 5 minutes to talk to a Dung Beetle, what would you say?

  1. My gosh! I thought I was awesome clever but then I read Mike’s answer.

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  2. At the very least I’d be polite

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  3. I hope we get a good response on this. It took hours with Rosetta Stone learning to speak Dung Beetle to prep for this.

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  4. Did you give Kafka all his ideas?

    I admire your ability to be a good steward of the Earth. You don’t throw pollutants in the atmosphere with smoke stacks and cars, or dump garbage in the oceans, or do stupid stuff like build nuclear power plants on fault lines and then whine, “I didn’t know…” when there’s a massive earthquake. You clean up the environment, not destroy it.

    You humbly use the most vilified substance in nature as food. You create a natural fertilizer for crops and forests. Humans create their own shit to eat–like high fructose corn syrup and GMO FrankenFoods, then destroy the forests to make shiny packages in which to sell shit that makes us fat, sick and impairs mental cognition. We could learn a lot from you.

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  5. I wonder if the beetle had a lawyer present during these conversations…

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  6. If Dung Beetle were to choose another profession they would either be a psychiatrist or a serial killer.

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  7. I’ve never seen so much shit talking in all my life…ok I’m married to a Submariner so maybe I have but seriously that was high on the list.

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  8. It just had to be South Africa right! By the way we have a few wannabe politicians here that should make the dung beetle their official family crest, for they are forever shoving shit around. *Cough Julius Malema*

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  9. I’m must impressed that one of you guys knows the word Xhosa!

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  10. If you lived in Australia you might say a simple ‘thank you for all the crap you had to deal with’. The great Aussie barbecue was unbearable in Canberra unless you loved flies – until a few decades ago when the dung beetle was introduced. (I have to declare an interest as I currently work for the organisation that did this research – http://www.csiropedia.csiro.au/display/CSIROpedia/Dung+beetle+program)

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