THACKER; A TURD THAT JUST WON'T FLUSH

A brilliant Brit named John Crapper invented what is arguably the most important facility of the modern home, and yet how do we honor this genius's accomplishment? We disparage him by taking a, well you know. Although this won't undo the injustice to Mr. Crapper, I suggest that when his invention fails to complete it's duty on the first flush, we refer to the fecal matter remaining as a "THACKER". Cyberspace has been unable to flush the putrid, paranoid rants of Laura Marie Thacker of Arden Av. Tampa and her conspiracy blog, TAMPA'S BACK DOOR WAYS.
Once a week we old folks in the Tampa neighborhood where this witch lives check the blog and our emotions vacillate between pity and humor. You would think that the "sow of Sulphur Springs" would catch on that she should stop trashing the neighbors that barely recognize her existence. She's referred to around here as the "crazy lady", the strange, angry, insignificant whacko that lives in the dump.
So remember, tomorrow morning when that bowl of Cheerios kicks in, make sure you havn't left any little thackers.