Man I just hate it when this happens. There's usually company over too. I mean there ya are. Ya just hosed where Grampa Puked up them six turkey salad sandwiches, and eight beers. 'Next thing ya know ya butt's sticking out.
One of my wise guy nephews yells, "...Hey Unkie Syd you ain't wearing no draws!"
"...and your lipstick smeared."
"Hey thanks for paying attention!" I sez.
"Ya wanna pull this damned thing from up my ass so I can finish snorting the Christmas Meth ya Mom got me!"