Me? I'm not so good at it. Here in Colorado, we have the remains of a snowstorm still on the ground. Since the backyard was starting to look like a white sheet of paper with little piles of shit all over it, I thought I would be helpful and pick it up (and by pick it up I mean use a shovel to chuck it over the fence). So I grabbed my trusty shovel and started chucking. The great thing about picking up dog shit (really? did I just say there was a great thing about picking up dog shit?) when there is snow on the ground is that it typically is frozen - or, as I like to call them, poopsicles.
So I began shoveling the poopsicles; let me tell you, frozen shit still smells like shit. I made it through about 4 piles of poop, and then my orange juice came back up to visit. The funny thing about when you throw up orange juice is that to me, it tastes like orange julius when it comes back up. So, not too terrible, but still no one likes throwing up (unless you're a super-model).
This is what I get for trying to be a RSH.
