Boerne again? Is this the same gal that called in Priss? She sure is a rocket scientist to KNOW that it was Dog feces as opposed to anything else that poops! She has HER hands full.
Hmmm, flaming paper bag on the doorstep…. I wonder what could possibly be in it? Might be the $200 my nasty neighbor owes me! Better stomp it out quick! Whatta maroon! Is there anybody else out there that still falls for this ancient gag?
I heard the cops brought in the fingerprint squad and lifted a perfect paw print off the sheet in the bag. They now have a nationwide APB out on a great dane named jokester. They intend to put him on a short leash.
Yeap the Cops are moonlighting, still couldn’t find the midget. Guess they decided to take on a real crappy investigation…. Prince Albert in a can? Hmmmm I have a nice selection of bridges I would love to sell you over there, But first, here is the good stuff, Dog poop, in a bag. Directions are easy Place bag of poop on the porch of choice, ignite it and sit back and watch enjoy the laughs!!!! Matches or lighters not included.
I always enjoyed the melodious sounds that an envelop full of shave cream got when you slid the mouth under the door and dropped a term’s worth of books on it. Followed, of course, by the gratifying grunts of said room’s occupants as they try to open the now-pennied-shut door. But, hey, that’s just me……..
June 2nd, 2006 at 11:54 pm
Well, Sheet far MAW!!!
June 3rd, 2006 at 12:25 am
I thought he was just doing the hot tamale love dance. He does that sheet all the time
June 3rd, 2006 at 1:20 am
Boerne again? Is this the same gal that called in Priss? She sure is a rocket scientist to KNOW that it was Dog feces as opposed to anything else that poops! She has HER hands full.
June 3rd, 2006 at 5:37 am
Hmmmm I wonder if they will catch the “poopetrator” he he he
June 3rd, 2006 at 6:20 am
Hmmm, flaming paper bag on the doorstep…. I wonder what could possibly be in it? Might be the $200 my nasty neighbor owes me! Better stomp it out quick! Whatta maroon! Is there anybody else out there that still falls for this ancient gag?
June 3rd, 2006 at 7:26 am
She knew it was dog poop because there was a chihuahua in the bag, too.
June 3rd, 2006 at 8:22 am
I heard the cops brought in the fingerprint squad and lifted a perfect paw print off the sheet in the bag. They now have a nationwide APB out on a great dane named jokester. They intend to put him on a short leash.
June 3rd, 2006 at 10:53 am
Ther’re still doing that one…that was popular when I was a kid
June 3rd, 2006 at 1:23 pm
See I told them YOU KNOW YOUR SH*TS!
June 3rd, 2006 at 6:08 pm
I suppose next someone will call their house and ask if they have Prince Albert in a can.
June 3rd, 2006 at 6:24 pm
Or ask if their refrigerator is running.
June 4th, 2006 at 6:05 am
Poop Flambé… delivered right to your door… guaranteed fresh and hot or your next one’s free!
June 4th, 2006 at 12:17 pm
Leah, where ya been hidin’? Out to sea?
June 4th, 2006 at 2:21 pm
Leah, You’ll have to go back a few Blots, but you will notice that you have truely been missed. We asked for you by name. Glad your back.
June 5th, 2006 at 11:56 am
Hope he didn’t get shit on his slippers.
June 5th, 2006 at 1:58 pm
Yeap the Cops are moonlighting, still couldn’t find the midget. Guess they decided to take on a real crappy investigation…. Prince Albert in a can? Hmmmm I have a nice selection of bridges I would love to sell you over there, But first, here is the good stuff, Dog poop, in a bag. Directions are easy Place bag of poop on the porch of choice, ignite it and sit back and watch enjoy the laughs!!!! Matches or lighters not included.
June 6th, 2006 at 11:58 pm
My very favorite is still the can of Right-Guard and a lighter on a brass doorknob. Heat to cherry red and ring the bell….
June 7th, 2006 at 2:20 pm
I always enjoyed the melodious sounds that an envelop full of shave cream got when you slid the mouth under the door and dropped a term’s worth of books on it. Followed, of course, by the gratifying grunts of said room’s occupants as they try to open the now-pennied-shut door. But, hey, that’s just me……..