Geeze Arnie,I thought I could come up with some weird scenario's,but now the turd's a registered member? But okay.
John's horse,faithful nag that he is,can smell a rat,(or in this case,a turd!) and pulls up suddenly.The turd,becoming unstuck,flies through the air and splatters into the windshield of an oncoming van.The driver swerves,unable to see through the ****,and smashes into a tree. John,panting heavily,arrives at the scene.He looks at the **** encrusted cookie on the windshield for a second,then shakes his head and thinks,nah! He walks to the back of the van to find the back doors have flown open due to the impact,and there all over the road were hundreds of packets of cookies! For it was a cookie van!
My cookie!