Some People WANT To Step in Dogshit Apparently

There was a momentary scene over the weekend that's been kind of stuck in my brain since and I thought that maybe tapping it out into a blog post would excise it from my frontal lobe (or where ever persistent memories roost).

Victory and success!

My oldest son had his very first game of soccer ever this weekend. He's playing in a U8 league because he missed the U6 cut off by three days. So yeah, he's playing with boys who are generally quite a bit older and bigger than he is. But its all good, most of the players just chase the ball around and, every once in a while, the ball goes in the net. Fun for almost everyone.

Anyway, my wife, my youngest son and I were watching the soccer game but had noticed that some loser dog owner had walked his dog on the soccer field and then not picked up the sloppy ploppy after his dog crapped. So there was a rather liquidy poop just off the playing field.

T-Shirt Idea

My idea for a t-shirt:
Front of shirt: It must be awfully hard for you to see....
Back of shirt: with your head so far up your ass.

I think I'll pass it along to my buddy who likes making shirts.

The sheer number of people living with their head buried in their own rectum is staggering. And it is amazing that they are able to live, mostly, normal lives while living with their head up their own asses. They can drive, they can eat, they can carry on a conversation, all while living with their head deeply and firmly implanted up their own backside.

Why yes, I do deal with complete and utter fucktards every single day of my life. And no, I'm talking anything to do with my work at all.