Hey you! You know who you are, letting your dog curl one out, and whilst traffic is busy you get your bag ready as if to clear the done deed from the curb. Then when the coast is clear you turn on your heels shirking your responsibility. Didn’t like it when I called you out, in fact you were quick on your heals the second time I called you. Don’t worry I picked it up for you, and the others I found. They must be yours right? They are now. Im collecting them to return to you. Im currently molding them together into one big fucking turd ball. Halifax is a small place. I’ll see you soon. —Smelly handed turd vigilante
This article appears in Jan 16-22, 2014.
I wonder if that’s how Dairy Queen first came up with the idea of a coiled ice ‘milk’ cone.
Bravo for you and the growing turdball, OP – roll it down to Province House when the spring session starts – it might pass for an MLA.
Wait, you’re gathering dog shit… you’re gathering dog shit… okay!
That was always my favorite level in Conker’s bad fur day…
taking up the ol’ dung beetle helm like a champ!
http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/inOOnLXW-tM/hqdefau…
Ah get him