(My daughter) got real concerned about why our house smelled like poo poo.

I like to poo.

Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own

They smelled bad

Manchee comes outta the bushes and sits down next to me cuz I’ve stopped right there in the middle of a trail. He looks around to see what I might be seeing and then he says, ”Good poo, Todd.”
”I’m sure it was, Manchee.”
I’d better not get another ruddy dog when my birthday comes. What I want this year is a hunting knife like the one Ben carries on the back of his belt. Now that’s a present for a man.
“Poo,” Manchee’s says quietly.

There is a nationwide driver shortage, and I am going to hire every guy I can hire until they tell me to stop.