Poop Shute

Changing Of The Guard

Ladies and gentlemen, last night in a bloody coup de tat, our own Lord J. Knucklehead took over the headquarters of the beloved Poop Shute Press. He took the offices by surprise last night with a hastily formed army of his teddy bear, Fred, and a t-ball bat. Fortunately for all considered, the only person who works in these offices is his own alter ego, Joey, so nobody was seriously hurt. I only use the word "bloody" because Lord Knucklehead tripped in the dark and stubbed his toe badly, and in his confusion swung the t-ball bat wildly, concussing Fred in the process. The toe should be fine, The Queen applied the time tested kiss-and-make-it-better treatment. Sadly, Fred remains in critical condition. We'll keep you updated on his progress.

With our new management comes some new ground rules. From this day forward you will here no more stories about him in the third person. From now on we shall talk about me in the first person. If this sudden change in voice in the middle of a sentence is confusing for anybody... well, too damn bad! This is my newspaper now, and there's nothing you can do about it.

So.... how about that weather, eh? Yup...


Um... do you like poop jokes? Right, you can't answer. At least not actively anyway.

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Oh, damn it. Tomorrow I shall reinstate Joey. I have no patience for this malarkey!