Those little packages of joy left on your lawn by stray neighborhood mutts and by inconsiderate dog walkers who are either too stupid to remember to carry a plastic bag or too lazy to bend down and pick up their animal's droppings even if they did remember to bring a bag, especially when they think no one is looking.
Me: Hey bro, why are you walkin' funny?
You: Damn it, I just stepped in a huge load of yard fudge!
He: Gimme a little kiss, baby!
She: No way, your breath smells like yard fudge!