 I said that this is a bigger problem than society. He's dead. You just jinxed yourself. You watched out. The poo gods are going to make sure he's stepping poop. He can tell the day, the last day he stepped in. And so can I for some reason. Why I know that, I have no idea. When's the last time you picked poo out of your shoe? You ever have a hiking boots on? When's the last time you had hiking boots on? It's like a poo waffle. Jazz and AJ. Weather. Traffic.