What a sheet tie day

Hey, shit happens.

 

Well Boots, now you have an excuse for having caught all those wierd diseases.

Somewhere, in the not too distant future, I feel a commercial opening with Boots riding a horse along the beach.

 

Boots, how could you tell it was a manpile?

Was it shaped like a brown donut?

 

Without grossing out many of the SportsJournalists.com pussies, you can tell the difference between a dogpile and a manpile. Also, this was angled in such a way no dog or cat that I have ever seen would've made a dump like that.

 

Boots really knows how to shoot the shit.

I love how Moddy is a pizza-half-not-crapped-on optimistic kinda guy.

 

As I was trying to get around this slow walker, I noticed it. I had one leg down and there was no where else for me to go exceptinto the guy. I noticed the shit, just as my foot was hitting it.

 

That's the worst, because you can smell the odor of shoe-dipped-in-shit before it even happens, and you can't get it out of your head until you find some grassy area on which you'll wipe your foot for 10 minutes.

 

Wicked. There was no grass to be found. I was in, pardon the pun, a shitty situation.

 

Something smells about this story.

How can one be so proficient at analyzing whether fecal matter is human generated or not?

And not be able to step around it even at the last split second instant?

Could boots perhaps be the shit shooter who left the calling card and now is trying to cover his skidmarks tracks?

 

I think a sheet tie and a Cincinnati bowtie must be very similar in Boots' lexicon. One brown, one white.

 

Come'on Cap. You mean to tell me that you couldn't tell the difference between human manure and animal manure? Not only that, the way this was positioned on the side of the building is a dead giveaway. If you have a dog or cat, you know that they like space. They don't do it by the side of buildings.