JUSTICE
A Wearside great-grandmother has won her fight against a £50 fine for picking up the wrong dog mess.
(Thanks to Ralph and DavCat)
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May 20, 2010
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Next they'll start requiring DNA typing of all dog poo to make sure that it's really yours.
Posted by: ArcticAl | May 20, 2010 at 09:30 AM
♫ Tonight the
Pooper scooper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
(poop-p-per scoop-p-per)
Picking up some poo
(poop-p-per scoop-p-per)
Feeling like a 'number two'...
Tonight the
Pooper Trouper men are gonna fine me
But I won't feel blue
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
'Cuz I picked up poo
(sup-p-per troup-p-per)
(...I hope my dogs' is on their shoe...)
Posted by: trustf8 | May 20, 2010 at 09:45 AM
I thought the same thing Artic Al. Maybe the officers that fined her need to remove the sticks up their rear ends.
Posted by: nursecindy | May 20, 2010 at 10:18 AM
"After she cleared up she was approached by two men, one wearing a city council jerkin."
I'll bet he was.
Posted by: Howard from Broward | May 20, 2010 at 10:53 AM
Just a bunch of council jerkins talkin' sh*t.
Posted by: Oinkment | May 20, 2010 at 01:09 PM
Poonazis lose war
Posted by: Loudmouth | May 20, 2010 at 07:19 PM
ArticAl is describing PooPrints.
Posted by: Ralph | May 21, 2010 at 02:52 AM