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Local Man Upset by Giant Pile of Dung on Prius

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Mr. Philbert J. Weedly

Bemidji, Minnesota–The authorities had to intervene when a dispute between two local residents radically escalated.

“Would you look at this,” exclaimed Philbert J. Weedly of Bemidji, Minnesota as motioned toward the Toyota Prius parked in his driveway, “it’s completely buried.”

It seems that at some point during the night, Mr. Weedly’s vehicle had become covered in a mountain of blue feces.

“I don’t see why he’s blaming me,” fellow Bemidji native Paul Bunyan replied, “if you ask me, that giant pile of blue crap could have come from any number of places–a lot of people don’t care for Weedly.”

“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Weedly said in exasperation.

Mr. Bunyan continued to defend himself, “I really don’t think it’s fair to blame me every time someone’s car or their house or their garden or their mouthy know-it-all wife, who deserved it, gets covered in a giant pile of blue crap.”

“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Weedly said again.

It seems the dispute began when Mr. Bunyan challenged Mr. Weedly for the presidency of the local chapter of the Minnesota Sierra Club and defeated him in the chapter’s election.

“I just felt it was time for a new chapter in my life,” Mr. Bunyan explained.

“We all know what happened,” Mr. Weedly said. “He’s a legend of American folklore. He’s Minnesota’s favorite son. His footsteps created the 10,000 lakes. It’s all just a big popularity contest.”

“I know Paul Bunyan seems like a strange choice for the presidency of a Sierra Club chapter,” Milton Shipley, a member of the Sierra Club chapter admitted, “I mean, he is literally known for chopping down trees. He’s just so freaking huge; how do you say no to him?”

“My wife was extremely vocal in her opposition of his candidacy,” another member, who wanted to remain anonymous told us, “but then she was involved in a rather unfortunate incident involving Babe, Mr. Bunyan’s big blue ox. I don’t want to go into too much detail,” he said pausing for a moment, “Let’s just say she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don’t know what he feeds that thing, but the stench was foul. It’s been six months and my wife’s hair still attracts flies.”

“It s— on me,” his wife said tersely.

The authorities have issued warnings to both Mr. Weedly and Mr. Bunyan. They also asked Mr. Bunyan to try and control where his blue ox relieves itself, but they told him from a distance.

“Do you call this justice?” Mr. Weedly said in a final statement of resignation. “Are you kidding me?”

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The famed blue ox–I don’t know what he feeds it.

 

 

 

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