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I?m going to break from the talk of politics and talk about something just a bit different. Let?s talk about people pooing and I imagine peeing, in my damn yard. If you remember at the old pen house (Weis still holds the fort there), we lived in a high foot traffic area, we had a problem with people pooing, sexing, sleeping in the yard. This is now Weis?s problem or as he calls it ?My bonus pack of pleasure?. No Zippy, I will not take pictures. –weis

When I was house hunting for the new place I decided I want something that is not in a high traffic area, I want to open my door and not have two homeless people making out with 40s of OE littering the pathway. I wanted a place where people don?t knock on my door at 1am asking for bottles or if they can use the phone. So I picked a neighborhood away from all rush and a bit more neighborly.

So all is good at the new place. Until we decide to put up a new fence in the backyard. Early one morning we are working away when:

Josh: Hey look at this somebody left this newspaper back here. Oh man somebody has wrapped something in this!
*sounds of paper unwrapping*
Josh: Man I wonder what this is.. It feels soft! Man oh man!
*More sounds of paper unwrapping*
Josh: OH MY GOD! NASTY!!
He then flings the newspaper wrapped poo across the alley. Where it sits today, slowly decomposing but still offering it?s special aroma.

And I cannot escape the fact that people need to poo around where I live.