How did the fly shit in the pepper shaker?

Why would he be in there anyways (it would be a HE, he's are totally fascinated with shit)?

Maybe he thought it was, like, a fly porta loo or something?

If that's the case, why not shake it out? The pieces that passed through the top of the shaker would be pepper; the remaining residue would be the fly shit.

:lol:

Those crazy flies... they poop on everything...

Wow- I don't think i've ever seen fly poopy...What if I'm covered in it?!? Ahhhh! You guys would tell me right? If you saw that I was covered in fly dung and didn't know it?

pssst, Cicero. Um, er, well we thought about telling you, but we felt so horrible about what you must be going through. We thought you'd talk about it when you were ready. :)

How can one pick out fly poo from pepper? Pepper granules are tiny. I would think fly poo would be very comparable.

. . . have a tattooed commode:

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I bet none of you so and so's live in such a ridiculous, small, flaky poser town..............

Where your best nights out are on your own property.

I do!

Peter Piper picked and packed a peck of peppered poo-poo

I bet none of you fuckers are going to feel like you've been mugged tomorrow because you went to Water Workout for the first time today.

Was it fun?

I'll bet none of you fuckers...
 

...went out to the country and helped cut cattle (involves being in a smallish pen with a nervous swarm of huge beasts, trying to coerce certain ones away from the others, and not get crushed to death)...and saw your cousin get chased up the fence by a crazy bull - and it didn't even interupt his cell phone conversation!

I bet none of you fuckers have left over wax in places where there shouldnt be little bits of wax...that stick when you stand up and sit down.

I'lllll bet none of you fuckers witnessed a tazing today.

You are getting ready for your big weekend, aren't you?

As Seinfeld observed ... I'll never understand women. These are people who will apply hot wax to their bikini area, rip that hair out by the roots ... and then be afraid of a spider ...

I aint afraid of no spider.

Hey, at least you don't have a spider crawling out of your ass crack anymore.

I killed a massive fucking spider about a month ago. And when the flyswatter smacked it, there was a little grey poof and a hundred tiny baby spiders went flying in all directions. I had to hunt all of them down too.

You saw that pic?

Ah Dinnunt think yah would be, Ducks.
Jus mekkin tha comment in general.

(Dont know what accent this is supposed to be. Meh.)

scotch, ya wee gummerel.

Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.

Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?

...and the wind cried Mary.

I bet none of you fuckers got married last week.

Congratulations!!!!
:headshake

Congrats Queequeger!!!

I bet none of you fuckers spent your honeymoon on The Cellar.

non-fuckers, that is...

It was the best fun I've had since I moved here - apart from in the Cellar of course. AND I don't hurt today.

You are kidding........... :eyebrow:

i bet none of you fuckers made a sculpture out of cheese and have it melt on you in the sun and get gnawed by curious goats before the art agent even got to see it.

alright i made it all up but it was fun doing it.

i bet none of you fuckers is looking at a can thats nailed to the ceiling

Why is there a can on your ceiling?

Oh and HEY!! fellow victorian....Woofuckinhooo!!

yes! what part are you from?

umm, i don't know...
for fun i guess
i nailed it there on a beam when i moved in

North East for me

i bet none of you fuckers saw a sheep dying by the side of a track in the middle of nowhere, watched his friends try to put it out of its misery by first twisting its head round 360 to break its neck (unssuccesfully) then by sliting its throat (unssucsesfully) it just breathed thru its open throat, then watched as they dragged the poor creature into the freezing river to drown it, finally put out thier ciggerete out got up took the knife walked into the river and slit the beastie from arse hole to air hole and scooped its innereds into the river, whereupon it died immideately (almost) and was out of its missery,
I BET NONE OF YOU FUCKERS DID THAT TODAY!

Uh, yes I did.

I bet (hope) none of you fuckers is forcing your sullen middle schooler to do a big FUCKIN homework assignment during fuckin Thanksgiving break

btw saying fuck that many times is really cathartic, I need to do that more often

Been there, done that, bought the earplugs. (Honest, I understand the appeal of teaching elementary school, and I could even imagine myself teaching high school or college. But I swear, I'd commit homicide if I had to put up with the middle school age group for any length of time.)

I know what you mean, I work at my first grader's school, and my middle schooler says "Hey Mom come work at my school" shudder not just no but Hell No!!