
 Originally Posted by 
NavyDiver
					 
				 
				My fun little park run habit gave me a bag of poo today. 5k run around a local park. The Dog came with me on a lead. I have a running belt for phone and car key. Dog did it! A poo at 1km mark. Pulled up to bag it up and all the even slower than me went past
 
Bag of ****, Dog and I ran the 5km. At the end I had no car key! I ran back to the **** spot. No Key. I ran the whole 5km again. No key. I have a bag of ****!
That really is a bag of poo
 
Police who did not have the key handed to them tonight suggest my car could get stolen using that key that someone has picked up! POO? 
Not really as the car will be handed over for a new one Monday I think

 
	 
 Did you look inside the bag? 
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
				
			
			
				JayTee
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