I think poop is funny (Part the First)

To me, the following clip nears the pinnacle of comic genius. Simple, yet excrement-filled...

I have this friend, Jeff, that I met in college. Whenever somebody mentions poop getting on someone's body (it comes up surprisingly frequently...), he bursts out laughing and asks, nay, DEMANDS that I tell the following story. And I always comply with great gusto.

So my high school punk band, Anti-Life (sick name, am I right?) was supposed to have this show at this old abandoned house. The walls were spray painted with our logo (with the "A" in "Anti" replaced with the Anarchy symbol, of course) and random mottos of the day like "Please Die" and "Abort Yourself." We were pretty edgy for being from Marin, the second-richest county in America.

Well, one night, as we were scoping the "venue" for our "gig" my buddy James suddenly declared, "Dude! Guys! I gotta poop. Let's go."

Now, with emphatic delivery like that, you know the poop is imminent. We, being the nice guys/good friends that we were, replied, "Fuck you, dude. Hang on."

"No. Guys. I gotta shit. It snuck up on me hella bad. I gotta shit."

I can't imagine how different my life would be if someone (I forget who, but bless his soul) had not yelled out, "Just take a shit in the road, dude."

Someone else, equally brilliant and worthy of sainthood chimed in, "Yeah, dude, we'll give you all the money we all have in our pockets if you take a dump in the middle of the road."

We counted out cash. We had eight dollars. And James, smelly hippie James who came from the town where there was the single biggest LSD bust of all time, accepted.

This abandoned house was right before a coastal county park that was kind of removed from town, but if anybody happened to be going into or out of the park, it would be via this road. And I can imagine a few reasons why people would be driving in and out of the park late at night; McNear's Beach Park has some sweet make-out spots.

So we four onlookers ascend a small hill to where we have parked our car, my buddy Sean's Explorer. We gaze down from a safe distance as already-smelly James pops a squat that straddles the center line. We await a few seconds and I see what we were all hoping we would see; approaching headlights.

Someone yells, "CAR! JAMES! CAR!"

Then I hear the most heavenly words my sixteen year-old ears had ever heard flow sweetly from James' mouth as he stands up and runs out of the road... "It's dangling! It's dangling!"

James' poop was hanging from his cheeks as he ran up the hill to us. But by the time he reached us, the situation had changed. "It's all over my legs now, guys!" Whether it had changed for the better is for you to decide.

James, as ashamed as someone who doesn't regularly shower can be, said, "Let's go. I just gotta get to a bathroom and clean up or something. It's on my pants and stuff."

We, his friends, were in such a mob mentality that we all spat back at him, "No, fucker. If you don't go down there and finish your shit, we're not giving you your eight dollars."

We knew James' love of money and apathy towards hygiene too well. He descended the hill and dropped trow in the middle of the road.

God has comedic timing, folks. I don't know what the hell James was doing at this point, but when we yelled out, "CAR! JAMES! CAR!" again, the stars must have been aligned in our favor, because as we see James running up the hill this time, he's gripping his own head (picture an exasperated accountant or a man in disbelief that he doesn't have his toupee on). What is so fortuitous about this all is that as we first see his head-gripping silhouette, we hear him yell the newly-crowned sweetest thing my sixteen year-old ear had ever heard; "IT'S ON MY HANDS! IT'S ON MY HANDS!"

For those of you not following the story thus far, let me break it down like a logic problem for y'all. James has his hands on his head. James has poop on his hands. Therefore, James has poop on his head.

Imagine four sixteen year-olds laughing so hard they feared they might die of asphyxiation and let me recap. James has poop on his butt. James has poop on his legs. James has poop in his pants. James has poop on his hands. James has poop in his hair.

And that is just the first half of the story. Stay tuned to learn about how we cleaned James off and the strangers who watched/cheered us on.