I wasn't the perfect kid, I tell you, but my mother thought I was fine - until I decided to become the mischievous pixie of the house. At some point in my childhood I decided I needed to fill the role of a practical prankster of the family, much to my poor mother's distress. Even more unfortunately for my mother, she had no idea what I was up to when I got my hands on …showed first 75 words of 865 total…

…showed last 75 words of 865 total…until I'd eventually tell them not to worry because it was fake. Sometimes they still seemed a little unsure and I'd reassure them, "Don't worry. It's fake, it's fun!" It's been awhile since the age of the fake poo. I abandoned my once beloved poo at the flea market not too long ago, right where it came from, but I still have the memories. Now, if only I could find some equally gruesome fake vomit...