.... the Little Red Motorhead pulls up in front of the tavern looking for a friend, and finds a Sugar Dog half passed out in a recliner making sense but rather oddly.

Whipping out her diabetic testing kit, she mutters, "Sh*t! Think Sugar Dog mighta got herself too damn sweet!" Jab! Hmmm....

(It's hard to swear phonetically with an asterisk in the middle of the word, but Motorhead is like that.)

Results when available...... you'll hear it here first.

~S~