"I Pooted"

So I'm driving down 220 in Winston-Salem, NC, returning from a weekend with my parents. My wife and I are chatting away when suddenly I see a bright red billboard with no other markings or words on it other than, "Clowns hate Tangelos." I had no idea. First, I did not know clowns hated tangelos. Second, I did not know their disdain had reached a level that they felt compelled to take out a billboard ad to proclaim their hatred to the world. Just at the moment when my deep pondering of this profound statement reached it's climax I saw another bright and plain billboard that read, "I'm a Hot Toe Picker." Wow, I thought, that's deep. I'm not even sure what that means. My mind was swirling, trying to make sense of these seemingly unrelated yet connected phrases. Like Tom Hanks trying to decipher the interrelated messages from ancient painters, I ran these phrases over and over through my mind. It was at this time that I viewed the final message from this unknown entity. It read simply, "I pooted."

P.S. If you have children, you may have figured this out long before I did.