T: No but they are walking around with tightey whiteys slapping their foreheads and saying. “Hey i think someone many have crapped on the lawn.”

B: Wait a second, your status said you were working at Troeuika…? Everyone at Troyeka is wearing only underpants and slapping their heads?

T: Well yeah.

B: Oh. Weird. Sounds like my ceramics class at PCC

T: Now is the frame made of crap? Or did you frame a picture of crap?

B: Both.

T: Or do you have a box of crap with a frame around it?

B: No it’s a frame made of dog crap with a picture of human crap.

T: Oh cool. Does it smell?

B: The picture or the frame?

T: Well, both. Have you added ass-smell to the inside of the frame for authenticity?

B: How would one go about adding “ass-smell?”

T: It involves some tongs, silly string, and a rope.

B: Uh, no. Wasn’t me. But there were a few hours when Bailey was unaccounted for. Are you sure it wasn’t you?

T: Hmm. Good question. It could have been me now that I think of it. My neighbors were looking at me funny.

B: My neighbors always look at me funny when I’m walking with you.

B: Wait, is this off the record?

T: Does that mean everything we have discussed so far is ON the record?

B: Well, I always assumed…

T: Are you sure you didn’t crap on my lawn?

T: Have you seen Balls of Fury?

B: No, I’m sheltered.

T: Well it’s really dumb. But i can’t stop watching it.

B: Yeah, I feel that way about the news.

T: It seems like the really crappy movies are the ones I find myself watching.

B: Why do you think that is?

T: I like crap.