I'm not easily shocked. That's not to say that I've led a wild, adventurous life: rather I've had web access at home for a little over seven years now, and I was never one to be restrained by the Internet Explorer "Content Advisor".
So the notion of a coprophiliac Jesus, dressed in a nappy, proclaiming that he is "a bit gay" is not exactly earth-shattering. And the only thing that surprised me about the 3168 fucks in Jerry Springer: The Opera was the fact that reactionary pressure groups multiplied the number of "obscenities" in the libretto by the size of the chorus.
If Mary Whitehouse were alive today (or if some way were found to re-animate her rotting, spiteful corpse), she'd die all over again when she heard the day-to-day banter that goes on in the real world. As Colleen, Gary and I were discussing today, we seem to have exhausted all that is taboo; so debauched are we. (And, by "we", I don't just mean the three of us.)
Thus I throw the floor open to you, dear readers, to shock me. If only to give us something to which we can aspire, leave a comment with your idea of what might be the last taboo. We're all going to hell anyway….