Apparently, nobody learned with the dave nonsense how much this shit sucks.
Seriously. Hardly any time has passed since the last bit of needless melodrama: I see the same cage of baboons. Normally they just play frisbee with their feces, but today they're waging cagal thermoshitular war. Shit is graffitied on the wall, crude drawings in excrement. Stool for breakfast, lunch, and dinner: forced on young and innocent passersby, or sold for a buck fifty at the Café de Merde.
In the end, you'll have done amazing things with ordure, but it's still a lot of crap. You smell funny, and after you shower you're back where you started. At best, one or two of the people with weak noses have been chased off, but what sort of progress is that?
Ahem.
(I guess I took too long typing, but I'm too proud of my scheisse to throw it away now.)
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