I asked my husband about this prank and he said that stomping on the flaming dog poo makes perfect sense, because it’s the quickest way to put the fire out before it spreads. I dunno. If it happened to me, I would still run and get the fire extinguisher instead. I don’t usually have shoes on when I’m in the house, and putting them on would take longer than getting the fire extinguisher. And even if I had shoes on, I’d rather take some extra time than risk melting my good soles, especially considering that the average doorstep isn’t all that flammable.
TEXT OF COMIC:
Abby, want to help me get ready for this year’s April Fool prank on Karen?
What? You’re making April Fool plans already?
Yup! I’m going to–
Forget it. I will have nothing to do with any prank of yours.
Are you still mad at me about–
YES I’m still mad at you about the time you set something ON FIRE on my doorstep.
Well, for what it’s worth, I’m still mad that you sprayed it with a friggin’ fire extinguisher.
It was on fire! What exactly did you expect me to do?
Stomp on it! Then it would have been funny, because you would’ve gotten your foot dirty, because it was a bag of dog poo.
Kid, for that to work as a prank, I would have to be someone who: 1. would be upset to get dog crap on her foot, and yet, 2. would somehow be okay with sticking her foot in a FIRE. I don’t think there ARE people with that much contradiction in their thought patterns. Where did you get the idea for that, anyway?
A… a normal person taught it to me.
I’ll believe that.
MOUSEOVER TEXT: the hall director in abby’s dorm building was sooooo mad
Original version here.
(Original versions are from a time when I was less socially conscious and much lazier about comic quality. They are not as good. Don’t feel any obligation to read them.)