Yeah, we made it to drinking time.

Somebody out there deserves to be recognized.

Ah, Nikito!

And the men's room knows just who it is.

So do you, say bottoms up sailor

your the toast of our shot of the day

think time it isn't as usual we head to see drink desk and Stephen Thrill Hill to find out who were toasted the day. The

Theme is and as usual we head to see drink desk and Stephen Thrill Hill to find out who we're toast.

Yes indeed and today we toast Mr. John Rossiter of Pueblo Colorado.

John is a guitar player and he needed guitar tuners. Now instead of

heading up his local guitar center, John ordered tuners through Amazon and as

he put it he had just gotten home from work. it was kind of dark, so he couldn't quite see what was in the package when it was delivered.

But then he cut it open and he assumed it was his tuners.

Anyway, he reached his hand into the package, and while they could not initially determine what he was feeling, he knew that it was not guitar tuners.

First of all, guitar tuners are not soft.

And secondly, they don't smell like poop.

Unfortunately, John...

Oh!

The only thing that is soft and smells like poop is poop.

No one can explain exactly how this happened or why this happened, but he reached his hand into one of those Amazon envelopes to grab his guitar tuners.

It was full of human excrements.

So there were no tuners in there.

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