You know you want one.

 

But we’re the ones who were  cursed by the Lord of Crap  lucky enough to receive a poop drone for Christmas.

 

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I can see you seething….. green with envy.

(Or is it brown in this case?)

 

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Because who hasn’t dreamed of holding a levitating pile of poop in the palm of their hand?

(Okay everyone, including me. But admit it… you’re wondering how utterly horrible truly wonderful it could be.)

Eager to  heave it in the trash  get started, I searched for directions.

 

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There weren’t many… I mean heck, how complicated can poop be?

 

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I admit it was a little disconcerting to have a pile of poop watch me blog.

 

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Especially when it started glowing red.

(Red poop is usually not a good thing…. or so I’ve been told.)

After a short charge, it was ready for a test flight.

And Holy Hell!

That poop can really go.

I was expecting a quiet little puff of air and some marginal movement….

 

 

But that little sucker really takes flight.

And it’s not exactly quiet either…

 

 

Sadly… you can’t control it. The poop has a mind of it’s own.

Which is too bad, because the possible household applications of flying poop are limitless.

Annoying door to door salesmen? Send the drone to answer that incessant knocking.

Unexpected mother in law visit? Program the drone to buzz behind her ear and get twisted in her blue hair as she tells you the proper way to cook her son’s meals.

Neighbor’s dog keeps defecating in your flower bed? When the flying poop rises up behind him he’ll have a heart attack. Problem solved.

Get yours today while supplies last.

Tell ’em River sent you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

11 thoughts on “You know you want one.”

  1. That seems like an accident waiting to happen… an uncontrollable flying piece of poop. What if it decides to go rogue? How would you explain to the ER physician that your arm got hacked up to bits by a flying piece of poop?

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