
By the time I saw said poo, though, I had already drug my heel through it. Since I didn't know I had a doo-doo heel, i kept skating, mushing the turd remnants into my grip tape.
As an added bonus, the poo is on the end i grab when i pick up my board, so I probably touched it 30 times before I knew there was anything awry there.
I'm praying it's poo from a dog, and not the park lurker who flashed his wang at me a week ago and peed on the sidewalk. Please please please.
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BBBBBhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaaahaaaaaaahaaaaa
......followed by more uncontrollable laughter.
wow! I'm not sure what to say...is it bad that my husband about wet himself laughing so hard when he read this?!
I think it's my poo. Sorry man. I should have left you a note.
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