This is a critical review of the latest musical,

This is a critical review of the latest musical, "Three Roses in a Bush". The director is a dummy-head. The lead actress' butt smells. The plot was poopy! They should've named this

play If You Like the Smell of Poop then Come See this Play. Because that's what you're going to get. I give it one toilet bowl out of five. ~signed little Timmy Jenkins.

The other 8-year-olds fell to the ground laughing. Timmy Jenkins grinned, allowing the warm glow of acceptance wash over him. Using toilet humor was his "in" with the gang.

The gang loved toilet humor. They would laugh so hard they would be flush. He tried to get a handle on the humor. Timmy wanted to impress John. He wanted to leave his mark on their

walls and furniture. He unzipped his pants. This whole room would be his soon. He peed on John's guitar. He peed on John's cutlery. Then he peed on John. Everyone just stood

to attention and sang God Save the Queen while he was doing this. The air was rent by an ungodly howl. It was John. He was back. And there was pee all over his forks.

One whiff was all it took to tell that John had sprayed the silverware with his scent. The butler wiped the ware with his hanky and sang heartily, "Confound their knavish tricks!"

Pumping bails of flames engulfef the station at Laramie and Franklin, typing up traffic for hours.

Hogan drove his team with reckless abandon as ribbons of flame spooled across the sky. Once the carriage entered the intersection there would be no return.