[KillarneyRose]

Shortly after I got married, I was walking my dog and he made a wee wee on a bush in front of some guy's house. The guy came running out of the house screaming at me and calling me nasty names and stuff. "What a jerk," I thought.

The next morning, I was walking my dog elsewhere and while I was cleaning up after him when he made a doo doo I got a diabolically brilliant idea!

I took the bag of doo doo home and got our morning newspaper and spread the doo doo between the pages. Then I folded it up neatly, replaced the rubber band and headed over to Mr. NastyGguy's house. It was really early in the morning and he hadn't brought his paper in yet, so I switched my poopy paper for his non-poopy paper.

I've wondered on and off over the years how he reacted when he opened his paper but I kind of avoided his house afterward.