Back in '95, my two brothers and a couple of friends and I was trying to ruin the Christmas spirit.
Or maybe we were trying to make people more honest around the holidays.
Either way, we got the bright idea to get some wrapping paper, ribbons bows, and our friend's Great
Dane, Jake. We fed thedog all kinds of table food, let him outside, and waited readily with a shovel.
The first poo-bomb was still steaming as we shoveled it into the box and wrapped it all up. We even
put a name tag on the lucky gift!
Then we drove down a few blocks and put it on the side of the road. It was only a few minutes
'till our lucky contestant stopped, backed up, got out, ran across the street, picked it up and ran
back to his car. He went around the block to open it up. The next thing we knew, the box was thrown
out the window, and the car sped off.
We went back home and found 3 more surprises in the yard from Jake. We got a little more clever --
we cut the top and bottom out of the box, set the box on the unrolled wrapping paper, and filled the
box with poo-balls. Then we were off again, this time in the other direction.
We set out the gift nicely on the street and waited. This time, it was even faster than the first
time! The car passed and stopped and the passenger door flew open and this lady ran out to pick up
the gift. She was dressed up nice, probably ready to go to an x-mas party. She got back in the car
and the guy drove off.
But only about 20 yards! The black Camaro came to a screeching halt, and the lady jumped out,
shaking all the poo-balls off her. There were poo stains all over her clothes.
We laughed so hard everybody in our car was crying.
MERRY CHRISTMAS! FROM, JAKE.
-- Santa Poo
