That statement was disturbing. How long did he take in the hall scrawling that definition.

I lived in the jock dormitory. I never had much intellectual stimulation from that bunch of sack heads but they loved throwing stuff out the windows. That made for an interesting courtyard view. Many times i came home from a weekend in jupiter and found sheets and pillows or pots and odd bathroom products. Once there was a closet door and a desk chair. As i gazed at this trying to figure out how many tosses did it take to get it stuck i notice the gay drag queen also remanded to the same dorm building walking toward his door. Our biulodings were 2 story and all doorways went to outside balcony or walk. From the second floor came a barrage of water balloons and he was soaked. Wow thats rough i though. Then i see another 2 of those same jocks running up the stairs with a garden hose that had 3 extensions on it and went across the parking lot. They soak the balloon guys. Balloon guys run in the apt and get pots of water for a counterattack. They get bored and they began knocking on doors and when you answered they soaked you and your room and ran in to make sure they got all the occupants. Nice group.

So anyway. I get to work today and there is a pile of dog shit in front of my store. It has smeared and stomped and evenly distributed across the walk. And thats why i think dogs should not shop.

Hope you guys feel better. I got the second season of chappelle i need to watch.
Happy birthday steve!