Like the snows of yesteryear, gone are the days of civility, kindness, and most of all...UNCLOGGING YOUR OWN SHIT FROM THE TOILET!

We've got a poop outlaw on our hands, Jeans; and their vile exploits would rival the likes of Jesse James, Pablo Escobar, and Al Capone. I recently had the unfortunate pleasure of discovering the mother of all clogged toilets here in the men's room of YMH Studios; a shockingly common occurrence for a place of such high-society. But this time it's different, this time...the pooper has come from outside of the family and we aren't going to let them off charmin-clean.

Now listen, it's one thing to dam the porcelain throne, pull your sleeves up like a good human being, and plunge the living hell out of that hole as a common courtesy to your friends. But it's an entirely new level of subhuman to drop a Fat Man sized excrement bomb in the can and flee the scene of the crime. A lesser studio might've moved on and let this tragedy of justice slide. But not here. Not us.

Thanks to some high-level detective work by our in-house stool sleuth (thanks Cougar), we have a prime suspect who's identity will be revealed next week. For right now though, we'd like your thoughts on who committed this crime.

-Tyler, Photoshop Papi