Over at Planet Bratfink, Ruth has posted an animated GIF of a woman sitting next to a recumbent hound. She rubs the dog's tummy, then lifts the tip of its tail to get a peek at its butt. What happens next is pure karma: liquid shit shoots nastily out of the dog's ass, spraying the woman's snow-white turtleneck in a violent recapitulation of a Jackson Pollock. The spraying takes a mere fraction of a second, and the woman jumps in startlement.
My question is: why did the woman want a peek at the dog's asshole to begin with? What morbid (or prurient) interest led her anus-ward? Whatever the motive, her sinful intentions are now recorded indelibly on her shirt. If Nathaniel Hawthorne had had the runs while writing The Scarlet Letter, he'd have penned such a story.
To misquote Nietzsche:
When you stare into the Abyss, the Abyss sometimes shoots back.