The "cultural" thread actually made me think of asking some one who doesn't think he should change any of his ways when he's in a foreign country, about just such stuff as this.

In some places, this would be common place, and I can well imagine how he'd go ape if he saw some one do it!

You should see what toilets look like after having been visited by people from another country who are used to "turkish toilets".

They put their feet on the seat and squat. If they have loose bowels...its all over the stall afterwards... :D

Real fun to walk into. Even better when there were enough people doing this to dive bomb all the stalls. I see it at my kart track after vists from large groups of internationals that are from places that don't have our toilet seats.

I should be posting this in the other thread, but ah well...its pelican. :)

We all know that girls don't poop. You act like you do.. But you don't.

All girls have a fat friend. This fat friend is known as a pooper. When they come in close contact, any poo magically transfers to the pooper. Women have private meetings and vote for who the pooper will be. Occasionally, the skinny hot women will will spray this bad smelling stuff they get at their secret lady store in an effort to keep the illusion alive. I know better.

Go visit the parents of the kid, and have a serious talk with them about it. Then excuse yourself to use their bathroom and leave them a double decker. They will wonder where the corn is coming from for days!

BB gun. Bare ass.

You do the math.

Maybe the local police can stop by and have a chat with the pooper.

Put a sign up that says "Dear (whatever his name is), please do not poop in our driveway. Come and ring the doorbell, we'll let you use our bathroom. You can even use the toilet paper so you don't have to walk home with a stink-pinch between your cheeks and your Mommy won't have to clean the skid mark from your panties."

Leave it up for a week or two, he'll get the message.

angela

Send him an official looking document from a DNA lab that identifies him, and follow up with a letter that says "Gotcha!" inside an envelope with a fictional Law Office return address.

Teach him a lesson the old-fashioned way: beat the **** out of him. Kid obviously needs it.

Pack it WELL and ship it att: Kid's Name :D

Partially unscrew the nuts on the front wheel of this kid's bike and then teach your son to pop wheelies on his....the other kid will of course attempt to try this and then you can get your retribution when his front wheel comes off mid-wheelie and he breaks out all of his teeth when he faceplants on the asphalt. Case closed.

Although today I am just another unfucable white guy... I used to be a badass.

On the down low collect as much fresh dog poop as possible until you have a decent amount, then sneak over in the middle of the night and dump the whole bag on the kids driveway. A big 'ol pile...

Or give the kids mom a cleveland steamer.

Maybe its alien poop from space:eek:
Poop in space revisited: Apollo 10's floating turds pop up 44 years later - Cosmic Log

Sprinkle some canned corn on this, leave it on his driveway and call it even.

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Wow, I saw several phrases and functions in this thread in print, that I don't believe i've seen before on the hallowed computer screen.

Around here you normally pay extra for that... :p

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^^^^I sent the link to this thread to my friend. He laughed too... His last victim was a neighbor of mine that told me my 993 's exhaust was too loud. As far as performance anxiety goes, he has none. Years of experience I guess. Sorry, Janet has it right - it's hilarious! Fight fire with fire my friend.
After thinking about it, I would collect his turd and mail it to his parents with a note that says: "this is what your son's face is going to look like after I get done with him."
How's that?!

We had a Phantom Shytter on the ship back in my Navy days. You'd be walkin down the passageway early in the mornin, and there'd be a steamer piled up right in front of the Ward Room, still smokin. You'd better disappear before someone sees you near it, or you're IT. He managed to pull it off for an entire WesPac cruise, about three or four times, as I recall. Never caught him. Man, those were the days.