Ah, the Magnetic Ass-healing Ring. Imagine the commercial. Johnny Cash singing 'Ring of Fire'. A computer graphics 'Descent Into The Rectum'.

Is it just that I want the last word? Or is it that a noble post as that above should not be left to fester on it's own? Dare I to eat a peach? Or am I the only 'catter who dares to go recto y recto with the arch sphincterist. Or have I suddenly become fascinated by evacuation?

But one question rises, steaming, out of the cesspool...oh, shit, I forgot what it was...

Oh, yes, did you hear the one about the supercilious folkie who fell in a fat of preparation H and fucking disappeared?