I have an admission to make. Yearrrrrs ago, when the gang was walking back from another predictably raucous Sunday night at Rhythm and Cues (free pool, 7$ pitchers), I surreptitiously placed a healthy coil of frozen dog shit into this guy Frank's coat pocket. Not sure why, I think he was pissing me off in some goofy way. Anyway, I never heard anything about it, but I bet he got a shitty and gross surprise when he woke up. He musta been like 'Heyyyy! Huh? That's fuckin gross!'
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