So this guy walks down the street with a fist full of shit, and is compelled to share it with someone. He walks by a group of strangers–a group young men and women enjoying the afternoon sun. They’re minding their own business, sitting in a restaurant’s outdoor seating area and eating their lunch.

Poo Poo Man doesn’t quite know why, but the feces is talking to him. It’s compelling him to do some crazy shit. He opens his fist, revealing the chunky nugget to the world. “Quickly,” says the brown nugget to Poo Poo Man, “Quickly!”

Without hesitation, Poo Poo Man smears and rubs the feces into the hair and necks of the young women and men eating their lunch. The unsuspecting people look up at Poo Poo Man in shock. He wipes his hand with a napkin and throws it at the crowd before briskly walking away.

To Mr. Poo Poo Man and the rest of you nutbags walking down the street: take your freaking psych meds before leaving home!

Tags: feces · mental illness