If someone steps in a pile of shit, do the Shitmen AFS 360 (American Federation of Shitmen) qualify for Shitman's Comp?

only if they fill out the proper bullshit forms.

In shitlicate.

^FTW^

I lolled

The Shitman Cometh.

What a mess!

I'd chime in here, but, I don't know shit from Shinola.

Protip: One is on the tops of your boots...

... and the other is on the bottom ... but which?


The group of Shitmen are about to head out on their regualr shit-related duties, when the fore-shit-man's phone rings.

"Shit head here" he says. A pause. "Uh-huh ... yeah ... oh, wow ... really? Text me the location. We'll be there in ten." He loks back at the group.

"Big trouble, shitmen. To the shit-mobile! Shitmen AWAY!"

"SHITMEN AWAY!" the crew chorus in response as they leap onto the shitmobile.

Shitmen is an old Jewish family name. "Dr. Shitmen, meet Dr. Assmann" (I truly know an Assmann family)

The Shitmobile leaves skid marks as it plunges away from the curb. Weaving in and out of traffic, the brown light on the roof flashing, and a long low fart sound siren blaring, the Shitmobile runs toward the scene of the emergency call....

The shitmobile, an old faithful yet rather crappy vehicle, groaned as the shit head tried to start it. Various shitmen leapt into action, pushing and grunting, so that the Shit Head could start the vehicle with a pop of the old clutch.

There was something in the air that day. Shit Head's assistant, Shit Head No. 2, glanced back at the crew and smiled slightly. It was good work they were doing, honest work. He couldn't imagine working with a better pile of shitmen.

Hahahahaa...sorry jim, synchronized posting. I like the way this is going: it's like a "choose your own story" game! :)

and lots of shitty puns to be made!

"What is it, boss?" the number two yelled over the fart-siren.

"There's a shit stuck up a tree, and can't get down. Old lady McFeces is terribly upset. We have to rescue it."