Buffalo Poop

>>  Monday, September 28, 2009


Yes, I typed the word POOP in the title of my post. It has validity. Besides, I couldn’t find a more polite word. But I digress…already.

Don’t ask why. Even I am not sure. But, my ever loving Fatherson took extra special care to bring home –a one of a kind souvenir (just for me) while visiting Yellowstone. Can you guess what he brought me? Yup! A big ole’ chunk of buffalo poop. He was nice enough to wrap it in plastic. All of which was null and void, once he took it out and tried to set it on my lap.

He- along with everyone else in the room, found the exchange to be quite comical -Me, being a germa-phobe and all. Ick! In his defense, it was pretty funny. I am the one that said “bring me back something good”. Not exactly what I meant. It would have been a whole lot funnier, if I hadn’t been the recipient.

P.S. Fatherson-I love you..and just remember, I will be the one to choose your nursing home.

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kel 28 September, 2009 07:00  

ewwwwwwwwww!!!!




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Jillybean 28 September, 2009 07:49  

Did he get this off the side of the road, or do they sell those in the gift shop?
And EEEWWWW!

Anonymous ,  28 September, 2009 07:52  

OMG! I would have died. It is funny though.

Kristina P. 28 September, 2009 09:22  

I remember those from when I was a kid! How funny!

Randi Troxell 28 September, 2009 09:31  

yucky... just flat out yucky!!

Jules AF 28 September, 2009 10:24  

Poop is the polite word for it!

Leavitt's 28 September, 2009 11:01  

That is hilarious. Glad you reminded him that you are in charge of his future!!!

Martha@A Sense of Humor is Essential 28 September, 2009 13:43  

He couldn't have gotten you a book or a basket or something? This is the souvenir he brings you? What a kidder your Fatherson is.

The Blonde Duck 28 September, 2009 14:59  

My dad buys moose poop for us from Alaska. Earrings, Christmas ornaments...it's sealed, but still. I am overrun with moose poop.

Liz Mays 28 September, 2009 16:16  

You should buy one of those fake poops and throw it in his lap this Christmas.

Jamie 28 September, 2009 21:23  

GROSSSSS!

You should give him a bag of marshmallows and tell him it is snowman poop. At least that's not as foul.

Lee 28 September, 2009 22:32  

Oh that's just not right...

Jessica G. 29 September, 2009 14:47  

Hey, buffalo poop is a great gift! Rub some vanish on it and attach a clock face and you have a priceless gift! Hrmmmm...maybe something for Dear Ol' Dad at Christmas?

Lara Neves 29 September, 2009 16:56  

My brother-in-law dated a gal for a while who goes out into the Utah wilderness and gathers cowpies to make clocks with. Her business is called something clever that I can't think of right now, but, EWWW!

Cranberryfries 29 September, 2009 19:41  

Does he expect you to save it? :)

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