25 Years of Bullshit.

My bullshit meter is reading that as 'false'.

When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.

Bullshit do good when tickle.

The only time bullshit flies is the few seconds that the turd is airborne from the bull's bunghole to the ground. Otherwise, don't count on bullshit to fly.

One of the odd enjoyments in life is to be alone in a room full of people. To have them there as unknowing human filler in your wide shot.