Yesterdays discourse about the outhouse stirred a memory of pre-teen curiosity and inappropriate behavior.
A cry went up from the edge of camp. Green Poop! Rods Poop is Green! Most of the camp rushed over to the open latrine to examine this oddity and poke fun at poor Rod. Me included. It was green.
Mr. Mitchell immediately broke it up and told everyone to go back to what they were doing but the damage had been done. At that age there is no stopping potty humor. Poor Rod was razzed all weekend.
Knock! Knock! > Whos There? Rod! > Rod Who? Rods Green Poop!
Q: Whats Black & White & Red All Over? A: A Sunburned Zebra.
Q: Whats Black & White & Read All Over? A: A Newspaper.
Q: Whats Short & Bumpy & Green All Over A: Rods Poop!
Q: Would you rather unload a truckload of Rods Green Poop or a truckload of Dead Babies? A: Dead Babies - because you can use a pitchfork!
Dude spends the first three paragraphs both-sidesing to cover his ass, then proceeds to bugle empty Korn Pop promises as if they were real. He clearly knows WHY students are pissed, knows full well Korn Pop is also responsible, and is trying to do damage control instead of firmly take a stand against genocide. Empty rhetoric.
Did student protesters affect Korn Pops decision?