About the Creators

Jack "Porcelain Crusher" Berg
When he is not destroying bathrooms elsewhere, Jack resides at the University of Miami. Once considered to be a hindrance, Jack has embraced his lactose intolerance with open arms, and lots of baby wipes. He is going to be a pilot in the greatest Air Force in the world, his only concern pooping at 36,000 Feet. He won Mr. Universe and the Nathans hot dog eating contest in the same year. He is known as a mountain guide in the wildernerness of West Milford where he fought off a drunk naked teenager with a pillow and a cot. He has won the prestigious "rookie of the year" two years in a row at Club Weems. He regularly dines with Sean Connery and Bruce Willis.

G "That doesn't smell like mud" Money
Coming from a long line of destructive doodie makers, Gary is a legacy learner. He has inherited skills through DNA that most would kill for, posers have trained for years to try and duplicate his poo prowess and failed. They don't teach what he knows. He is currently a coach at a northeast college and when he isn't blowing up bathrooms he builds houses for the homeless, finds cures for constipation, and visits the nations capital, because he is that patriotic. Some of his notable achievements include being the 12-time World Champion of the annual Lavalette Bocce Tournament. He is also considered to be a Crabs Claw alcohol connoisseur and an asamble in the wine world. He once kicked Arnold Shwartzenegger in the balls for eating his cannolli.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

In honor of the World Series...

In honor of the 27 Time World Champions and our new writers contributing their poo pranks, I would like to add one of my favorite baseball themed poo pranks.

A homerun is awesome, but a home run to the upper deck is that much better, so friends I give you...

The Upper Decker: reserved for assholes and Sox fans

When in a persons house who you may not be the biggest fan of, simply muster up that shit of yours, hold in it for a while, let it bake, you don't want to undercook your masterpiece. Proceed to this poor soul's bathroom, remove the top of his toilet tank, place your feet on the seat and sit on the tank. Proceed to throw your loaf into that sorry son of a bitch's tank, cover and disappear.

Note: if you have the skills to pinch your load half way, it can be beneficial to leave a floater in the bowl to lead the homeowner to believe the awful smell is just your lack of flushing, however when they flush, that stench will not go away until they have to meticulously scrub the inside of their tank and all the equipment held therein.

Men, poo is a way of life for us, and sometimes there are those that deserve to feel it's rath, and for those I say hit em with the Upper Decker.

-JB

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