Mwa ha ha ha ha!
My friend has recently bought a 1999 BMW 520i from the Gateshead Motor Company. He’s a bit pissed to say the least. The ways in which car sales people manage to conduct business these days just seems a little on the greedy side and at times I’d like to shoot them. I fucking hate salescunts. Cunts cunts cunts and bloody twats.
Damn, I just laughed at myself for “salescunts”.
The term Shampoo comes from the words Sham, meaning false or artificial, and Poo, meaning poo.
The use of real poo as a hair care product continued well into the mid 19th century. All but the richest members of society would purchase their poo from Albert Wallbeast of London, who in turn employed night soil men to collect it. Sadly it turned out that much of this was being collected from leper colonies, and although the populace were not too concerned about the poo as a vector for carrying the disease, many were upset to find detached bits of leper stuck in their locks.
The then Mayor of London decreed that this would plainly not do. Wallbeast was put on trial for making the populace feel a bit icky, found guilty, and forced to leave London on pain of a stern tongue lashing should he ever return.
As poo had become synonymous with hair care, it was logical to keep the name, and this is what Sir Bernard Whippy did when he finally settled on his poo replacement in 1876. Sir Bernard had previous experimented with other replacements for human poo, including the dung of various farm animals. These trials were aborted after trialists complained that the products made their hair smell of… well, dung.
The release of Whippy’s shampoo was greeted with rapture by many sections of society, apart from some purists who bemoaned that it “didn’t smell dungy enough.”
It is thought that Sir Bernard’s last words on his death bed were aimed at the poo puritans. “Fuck the lot of them. Miserable whining bastards.”