DAUGHTER: "We have some weird poops in the yard."
ME: "Huh?"
DAUGHTER: "All around the yard I see weird looking poop."
ME: "It's probably from skunks or the woodchuck."
DAUGHTER: "I don't think so."
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A few weeks go by:
One of the neighbors comes over and tells me she saw some wild turkeys in my back yard.
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LATER THAT NIGHT:
ME: "Remember those weird poops you saw in the yard...I was told there were some wild turkeys out there this morning. It's probably from them."
DAUGHTER: "I don't think so."
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CHORUS:
Weird poops.
Weird poops.
Weird poops.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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Sorry...I had Mexican for lunch.
I don't know what's funnier...that there are 34 Google hits for 'Poop iaintnooprah' or that Google wants to know if I meant 'poop it on Oprah.'
To sum up: Hoagy drank a bottle of Wild Turkey brand Bourbon Whiskey (tm) and pooped in the yard.
To sum up again: All-you-can-eat turkey at NoOpie's at Thanksgiving!
these are the conversations we'll remember in the nursing home.
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