Every year for my birthday, I cook brunch for about 75 people and one thing always goes wrong. Either my dog eats a pot cookie or I can’t find the heels I want to wear or my or a fragment of eggshell gets baked into a frittata. Problems!
As a reality check about those minor woes, a Levittown, Pa. Sweet Sixteen got ruined by poop falling out of the sky, quite likely from one of five jetliners that a guest learned . We’re talking dookie from the sky, feces from 35,000 feet, chemtrails of caca from a commercial craft. While most partygoers were able to dive under a canopy to shield themselves from a stratospheric soiling, this incident was even worse than the Spider Rain
that afflicted Australia the other day, although not as bad as the main plot point in Donnie Darko