Whoa! That crooked 2-by-4 was less than discretionary. I've got poop tie on my belt buckle.

phone: why don’t you go to sleep tommy it’s 2 in the morning?
tommy:why don’t you die you dumbazz

Sheniqua: The clever fellows placed their own poop under the gas pedal, in the ash tray, beneath the driver's seat, and squeezed out another chocolate log on the backseat.

Milkman: Did they replace the windshield wiper fluid with diarrhea?

Sheniqua: Ummm....yep. I guess they turned that douchebag's car into a REALLLL pooptie.