Poopy Yanks
I have on occasion been accused of being full of “it”… you know, the odiferous brown stuff that clings to the heels of your hiking boots after attempting to do in the woods what bears customarily do with aplomb.
Not that I ever took the naysayers at their word because its a little known fact that my fecal matter renders no olfactory sensation. Don’t ask me how I know that. “Just trust me,” I advise with a sniff.
Wish In One Hand...
Nonetheless, here’s a guy who could win a fecal fight with zoo gorillas. His name is George Frandsen and he collects Dino Do Do for a living.
No, he doesn’t run behind T-Rexs (should that be T-Rexi?) with arms outstretched hoping to catch a torpedo. For one thing we all know T-Rex can only see movement. So the dinosaur is always looking around behind himself, you know, checking to see if he did indeed have a movement, and needs to wipe. Don’t know how the T-Rex wiped… he’s got those short arms you know.
You gotta wonder though, who had the franchise on dino toilet paper back then? Bet he made a killing… must have sold the stuff by the yard.
Anyway, mysteries aside, Frandson actually has a museum full of… dinosaur crap, in Vegas of all places, a city that likes to clean you out. And he’s really proud of his biggest turd, but I guess you can’t blame the guy. I mean if a normal human being dropped one that big… well he should be proud. Might require a few stitches to snug things back up but that would better than running around with a finger up your… uh, anal aperture.
Anyway, that’s the second biggest turd I’ve ever seen. Gotta be a couple pygmies in there.
Which purely coincidentally reminds me we’re playing the stinking Yankees, a team whose fans are renown for… uh, thinking their do do don’t stink and they can just dominate the Twins with one arm and a roll of toilet paper behind their back. But today the Yanks are going to take it in the… shorts.
I can feel it… did I just say that? Really?
On The Mound
Twins: Paddock 4-2 ERA 4.57
Yanks: 7-2 ERA 3.09