Discussion in 'Off-topic Zone' started by TheCount, Aug 15, 2013.
Here in California we have a problem with discourteous dog owners not cleaning up after their dogs. There's something called PooPrints it's a service that can be purchased by entire housing complexes or housing developments that are willing to make pet DNA swabbing a requirement for residents. That way if anyone ever comes across a pile of abandoned crap on the street or in their yard PooPrints can take a sample, send it to a lab and instantly know which dog and consequently which owner is the culprit. They may have to expand it for humans with stories like this. I just couldn't imagine scooping up a pile of human crap with flies all over it. One of the flies farts and the other flies look back and say “Hey do ya mind? We're eating here!”
A woman was recently arrested for breaking into cars in the middle of the night because she was caught on video camera by a resident who turned it into police and the media. I guess being caught in a burglary isn't as bad as being called a poop girl.
The alternative is walk home slowly while it festers.
I want to know that woman
The poop girl story would be a good one for the Hansen Files. Hansen walks up to her while she's in the act and says "excuse me miss (while handing her a roll of toilet paper) don't mean to interrupt but do you normally defecate in peoples yards?"
Haha...come to the real Albuquerque and say that again to someone. This city is a crazy bowl of assorted nuts big man from Cali. Come and see me.
They'll probably be a few people who read this thread take up jogging thinking there might be a connection between jogging and getting your bowels to move.
From all those skulls in your basement I'll probably be seeing your story on Dateline NBC.
With your disappearing face as the headline. And your limbs in your trunk as it fades into a random American lake.
I have an axe to grind lol....
Welcome to the club. lol
Funny you should say that I was watching the 2007 remake of The Hitcher the other night and the setting was the New Mexico desert. By the way I don't pickup hitchhikers. lol
reminds me of an episode of The Closer or something where this obnoxious news reporter was like, why aren't you solving crimes like who's taking a dump in my front yard all the time. Turns out, it was her camera man who hated her guts.
Oh that gal...
It wouldn't be a "skid mark" it would be the complete accident.
And how about if you were the lucky lad to playfully give her a wedgie?
Shock & ewe!
This is a reoccurring thing. If she wasn't a nasty, filthy human, she'd bring some toilet paper on her jog--at least some tissue.
Good to know there's someone else who does tha...I mean gross!