Random memory has me chuckling, so I'll share it.
When I was growing up, we had pet cats. One fine day my youngest sister was in the bathroom cleaning the litter box, for it was her turn. I went in there to get something from a shelf, and asked her in passing "how's it going?"
She looked up at me, scoop in one hand, trash bag in the other, her face a picture of haggard earnestness, and said "ugh, this poop smells like CRAP."
I looked at her, she looked back at me, we both let that statement hang in the air for a moment and compute, and we cracked up laughing together.
20-something years later, this memory still entertains me on a regular basis.
A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.