I'm a Douche

Mrs. Poop bought me some new clothes for Hanukah. This is the outfit she wanted me to wear in our family pictures. I feel like a kid whose mom dressed him up for picture day at school.

I even shaved my beard (not knowing that Mrs. Poop wanted me to keep a goatee, she says I look like a fat kid without facial hair) and went to the barber for a professional haircut. For the previous two years all of my haircuts have been done by Mrs. Poop in our kitchen.

But the pictures came out nice so Mrs. Poop was happy.