The trouble with....

"Why are you grinning like that."
Butter wriggles his eyebrows. It's unnerving.
Women think it's cute- they should know better.
"Our man Hervey caught the Mad Shitter."

"No way."

"Well, almost." Butter sighs.

"Do I really need to know the details?"

Butter puffs out a sigh, look at the ceiling and then crosses his arms as he leans back in his chair.
We're at the security desk.

"Probably not, but I figured you might want to know before you see Hervey tonight."

"What are you not telling me?"
Yep, I am dreading the answer.

"Well, Hervey can probably tell it better than me." Butter grins again and chuckles.

I consider hitting him with my nightstick then remember I don't have one.

"But!" Butter continues before I can locate another weapon. "Word is he came back to base this morning covered in pooh."

"Pooh?"

"No shit." The grin is back and I know that tonight is going to be hell.

So anyway...some things never change

(some notes from the author)
Guys, what can I say- a year and a half later, and I come back from what was supposed to be a month's hiatus. The world turned and my life got a helluva lot more interesting but I am back and will try (and I mean try) to update Life... at least twice a month.
If you have been here before then you are on the inside of the joke. If this is your first time and are ready for some screaming. I have a Deadpool picture for you.

Get over it, it only took me 14 years to.

stepping back in time to 14 years ago....

"So, what did I miss?"

"Where do you want me to start?"

"Well, not at the beginning."

Butter has a shit-eating grin.

"In that case-"