Gnu, we ARE talking about Shame McBride here you know. There is no depravity to which he would not stoop, no filth and slime in which he would not roll like a hound in a week-old gut pile. It has been verified that the stink of his breath knocks unconscious buzzards on a night soil wagon and his shoes and socks run away and cringe lest they be put on his feet. His skin is so foul and cratered that his pictures are often mistaken as lunar terrain and light shines from one earhole to the other (when the dirt allows it). He's been banned from swimming the Blind River sewage lagoons because he pollutes the water, and because of him alone every day in Blind River is an air pollution alert day. Where he walks grass never again grows, but foot fungus becomes rampant. What he does in private is actually of no concern of mine, but that thing with Pooh, Piglet and the clams went beyond all previous measures of indecency and sank him to a low not even achieved by Pope Alexander VI or Caligula.