Yer Friday Funny, Part 2: You Ain’t Gonna Believe This Sh. . . .
It looks like we may now have a verified, actual occurrence of what the late Kurt Vonnegut referred to in Cat’s Cradle as a “pool-pah”.
As the article points out: at least the party was memorable. (smile)
Category: Pointless blather, Who knows, WTF?
Need to update the National Poop Map it seems.
“It was brown. It was everywhere. It got on everything,” It was Air Force one, these shit storms happen every time Michelle slaps the shit out of POTUS.
These storms were common back in the 90’s.
A real life “No shit, there I was at my 16th birthday party, when all of a sudden….”
Look, up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s…it’s raining sewage?
Are we sure it wasn’t Al Gore Jr. or Leonardo DiCaprio speaking as either flew overhead in a private jet?
That’s a shitty way to spend your birthday.
(c’mon, someone had to say it…)
Not known to anyone else, Grandma was sitting in the out-house when her good-for-nothing Grandson set off a firecracker in the pit. When folks found Grandma, all she could say was she was glad she didn’t let that one loose in the kitchen.
Did the S finally Hit The Fan?
In the future, the offending pilot be required to adorn his aircraft with a sign from the zoo “Caution: I fling poo”.
S happens, I guess…..
Reckon the pilot had to lighten the aircraft lest he end up in another cornfield.
Q: Daddy, when can I have a pony?
A: When shit flies.
LOL!
Ever see shit fly?
Only when someone ignored the sign saying sanitaries were being blown overboard and opened the ball valve of the shitter.
Number 16 becomes number 2.
I was wonder, even if a jet did screw up and empty out the crapper, there is no way it would land in that close of an area. That high up, going hundreds of miles an hour and taking into consideration the winds theres no chance that much was concentrated in a small back yard.
Hate to poop om the parade with a voice of reason, but the FAA addressed this years ago.
http://www.faa.gov/news/fact_sheets/news_story.cfm?newsid=6659