For those of you not in the know, the term “dropping the deuce” refers to “going number two”–or else, “dropping the kids off at the pool,” a more polite euphemism, one might argue, for extruding bodily waste from the anal orifice. The little nugget of insight one might extract from today’s linguistic lesson is that this dropping of deuces business is, truth be told, a biological pastime common to one and all.
Oh yes. This means all of us: our revered national and spiritual leaders, our respective uncles–even females–so it is alleged. Thus, it is our storied struggles with Turdzilla, ironically, that reveals–beyond any propaganda to the contrary–that each one of us is ultimately the equal of the other.
The next time, then, you are inclined or called upon nigh on to deify a current or historical figure–Abraham Lincoln, Joe Biden, or the smiling Buddha himself–bear in mind that–at least once or twice a week–even these otherwise great men, as surely as the rest of us, have been reduced to sacrificing a few minutes of the day to “release the hounds.”