Funny thing is that we used to do this growing up. The older kids told us that sometimes there is money in poop but we didn't believe him. So he walks us over to a part of the park with dog shyt and pokes around it with a stick. Yo... a dollar was in there. We all looked at eachother like
So the next day I take a shyt and then take it out of the toilet and put it in the sink.
I grabbed a butter knife and a facemask and got to work. Fast forward 15 minutes of me performing an amature autopsy on my poop, my mom walks in. I turn around in a facemask, a butter knife and sink covered in my shyt. My mom is just
I explained what I was doing and she
. We never spoke of it again and I continued to look for money in my poop and in random dog poop outside for almost two years before I realized I was being played like a chump.
