This reminds me of George Carlin . "And if you stand there a minute and look at one of them, you begin to wonder: how does this woman take shit. How does she shit? And even more frightening: how does she wipe her ass? Can she even locate her asshole? She must require assistance. Are paramedics trained in this field? And standing right next to her, of course, with a plate full of nachos, a mouth full of pies, her clueless fucking husband Joe Sixpack, with his monstrous swollen beer belly hanging dangerously out over his belt buckle. This guy hasn’t seen his dick since the Nixon administration"