This will go down in the history books.
While cleaning the theatre last night, I bent over to pick up what I thought was a burnt piece of pizza or a brownie. But no, it was a piece of crap! Somebody pooped in the theatre. Who does that?! We have many theories, but nothing make sense. And i assure you, after much inspection by the entire staff, it was in fact pooh and not just a baby ruth. I offered to clean it up, stuff like that doesn't gross me out. But my dainty little girly boss was strangely excited about it. She picked it up (with a napkin) and showed it to everyone. Sorry guys, sometimes comedy gets dirty, and at 2am it was the funniest thing that could have happened.
Holy shit!
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