He was a slobbish lowlife. He lounged around

He was a slobbish lowlife. He lounged around on his couch all day, downing a few bags of potato chips every few minutes. One day, his life changed when a young salesman arrived at

his front door with a knife sticking out of his chest. The dead salesman fell on top of slobby Bob's dog & was covered with blood. Bob called 911.The police arrived, suspicious

"Do you like pumpkin pie?" Bob looked at him oddly. "What? Oh come on we are at a scene of a crime and you are thinking of pie." Dectective Lomklump knodded, "The dogs lips reminde

d me of my wife. She made such wonderful pies". Det Lomklump sniffed loudly and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Bob, you might as well arrest the butler. I'm sure it was him".

The shocked butler was in Belize & Speedo trunks when Det Lomklump's men handcuffed him: "I wasn't even in the victim's country when the murder occured!" he protested, shivering.

Four years later, the cold case was reopened and Mr. Bubbles was arrested. The butler now sold bathtub gin and owned a brewpub. Det. Lomklumps happened to stop by after a hard day.

Mr. Bubbles was trying to break into the Men's room of the brewpub. His step-son Levohn had locked himself in there. Det. Lonklumps broke the door down & found Levohn porno pooing.

Never before had Det. Lonklumps seen excrement formed into such obscene little vignettes. Levohn was very proud of his sticky sculptures and was soon selling them for big bucks at

Big Rick's Fantastic Feces Emporium and Filling Station on Historic Route 66 outside of Amarillo, TX. And with that, he had found his meal ticket using what had become of his meal.