The guy comes in to tell a fairly decent poop story (I liked the Turd Continent simile, btw) and all y'all are jumping on him about his job. Like the vast majority of those who work for The Man, he just works there, he is not the Grand Poo(p)bah of Border Security. Lay off, idiots.

Corn for dinner? Niblet poop tomorrow!

Flaming butthole following curry--Ghandi's revenge.

No, honey, the cat did that.