A few weeks ago,
DungDaddy promised to make giant
Poop For Peace posters for any PoopReporter who could do something special with them. A few days ago, I got this email from him:
"Dave, This is the worst dog-ate-my-homework-excuse yet, but Saturday -- when I was going to make up the posters -- my house burnt down. I know it was April 1st; nobody wishes I was kidding more than I do. I will still give it a try, but I would be grateful if you could tell your guys that the posters probably aren't forthcoming and I apologize."
I wrote back, absolving him of his responsibility to make these posters in the face of more important matters, offering my best wishes, and asking the most important question that can be asked at a time like this. His response:
"The upstairs crapper was in the fire, but you can still see my Johnny Glow sticker on the lid. The downstairs unit was just in the smoke and heat. That's not a turd in there. I think something flew into the bowl when the fire department chopped a hole in the wall from the other side. At least, that's my story."
Good luck, DungDaddy. Glad you're OK. Let us know if there's anything we can do to help.
