Fat woman with nasty hair who waddles down any street that is in poor condition. Frequently says "sha-na-na-na" during her travels.
I was trying to go home last night but I was spotted by a bag lady who wouldn't stop singing to me so I figured I'd sing along. We wound up sitting around, discussing the heart that makes bricks go 'round the animals from the moon at night...or something. I don't exactly remember. You'd have to ask her.