Was it you?
At your service.
Sounds like a title to a "They Might Be Giants" song.
related to pooping: I thought I'd let you know that the DNA has some damn fine bathrooms, you should really say more about them on the site, it could be an advertising angle. If I was going to poop anywhere related to you, it'd be there.
Hel-fucking-vetica: is that because you love Helvetica, or you hate it? Or both?
It's meant to be in the sense of "hell-fucking-yeah!" In other words, expressing my love for the font whilst making it clear that I'm aware that it's silly.
If it was me, I'd still be in there finishing up the crossword puzzle.
another tale of misplaced excrement. certified true.
That broke my LIFE.
That story has improved my life significantly, thank you.
We can neither confirm nor deny out involvement at this time.
it was eric
The Sandboxby John S. Hall, King Missile
And I would goAnd I would go everyday almost to the sandboxAnd 'cause I loved the sandbox so muchAnd 'cause I had my pail and my shovelAnd and my shovel
And I would play in the sandboxAnd it would be so funAnd I would make mountains in the sandAnd I would have so much fun
And and but one day I went to the sandboxAnd it was so sadAnd I cried and I cried becauseSomeone took a doody in my sandboxSomeone took a doody in my sandbox
And that was so badAnd that was so disgustingAnd how could they do thatAnd and that was so bad
And and and I didn't see itAnd and I sat right down in itAnd it felt squishy and I got upAnd I cried and I cried and I cried
And why didn't they clean up after themselvesWhy didn't they clean up the mess
And now my pants are dirtyAnd I'm crying and I'm crying and I'm cryingAnd I'm never going to the sandbox againI'm never going to the sandbox againAnd I hate everybody
hells yeah i love that song but had forgotten all about it! king missile is the greatest.
ali g dealt with this problem once on his show. he exposed an evangelist preacher as a lighthouse-layin' no-flusher.
AND I HATE EVERYBODY!
Buncha savages in (that) town.
Did it smell like lilies after a fresh spring rain? Then it might have been me.
Mine smell like fresh baked muffins.
Dude - If someone pooped in my "elevator" and I was so inclined to post to dar interwebz, I'd at least mark my entry "private".
Well, after 40 hours, I guess I'd poop in the elevator, too.
I hope he was on the clock that whole time.
That was your elevator?
It was that guy who befouled the corner of your bedroom that time.Who WAS that?
Also, I'm voting that it was a dog.
Luckily poo is an excellent source of DNA.
And an excellent source of poop is DNA, apparently. So at least there is symmetry.....Oh I guess it was at your residence. Shit. Had to go and ruin a fine joke.
Wasn't me; I post all my bowel movements to twitter.
You're a twitter shitter!
Oh no! My Tuba!!
I love that joke!!
I'm guessing it was one of my upstairs neighbors. Clearly, they have moved into your building. Enjoy!
Well, I'm not missing any poop, so I'm gonna have to say "no."
Where was RMS at the time?
Why, home shining his GNU/Turd, of course.
You're alive to complain about it, so it wasn't mine.
Did anyone in your building get robbed? Sadly, the classic paper on thesubject, The Scatological Rites of Burglars, is not fully online. Mexicanthieves are somewhat notorious for taking a dump in the places they rob.Possibly relatedly, a search for "el caganer" is entertaining:
Did it have that human cable / curl?It could have been an oatmeal cream pie:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wvc34BN-0C8