My Labrador can supply plenty o' poo.

So it's a drunken, 201 mph, M-80 imbedded bag o' poo-bomb drop, from a 70+ pound plane, behind the flight line over DB's populated neighborhood, while dragging the rudder, in the dark, chasing the neighborhood dogs, with rear firing roman candels, at 12:00:01 GMT?

Without doing a range check!

That sounds like a challenge to me.

I have a computer game called "Flaming Bag of Poo". A bag of poo runs around on the porch, and you click to move the man's foot to stomp it. The kids love that one. It's simple but fun.

If anyone wants a copy, e-mail me at [email protected], and I'll send it to you.