Uncle Bud here.   Did I ever tell you the story of the little woman and myself moving to a new place?  We had just moved all our belongings and realized we had no food in the refrigerator, so we drove into town to get some groceries. We unloaded the cart into the trunk, I got into the driver seat, my wife into the passenger seat and as I started to drive away, a seedy looking woman tried to open my wife’s side of the door. The look of horror on my wife’s face was akin to stepping on a ripe turd with bare feet on hot summers night.. The woman was saying, “Please help me I am losing my Bowels!”.   What made the statement worse was the woman had her pants and her drawers around her ankles and was attempting to hop into the car. Oh yeah, please come in and take a dump on my Corinthian leather interior.  We drove away as the woman was hopping after our car, her ugly crusty naked body glistening in the sun.  Needless to say, our Meatloaf dinner was not well touched..