What you get when you try to do what Dr. Frankenstein did by making a boy next door out of an asshole.
She tried to take the more favorable traits/parts of guys that she actually liked and combine them with the disgusting and grotesque traits/parts of the guy she was operating on to make him more like a boy next door, but instead ended up getting an asshole next door.
An undisclosed sales tax charged to everyone else on most (if not all) things sold at retail stores nationwide due to the selfish actions of a select few assholes. Such actions that these assholes are guilty of include shoplifting, holding up the line in the store while trying to bargain down the price of a certain item in order to avoid paying high price for such item, and lastly, just being a plain dick to the cashier or to other retail workers all while asking to speak to the manager.
Don't be a dick to the cashier while at the Target or you'll be charged an asshole tax!!
When you take a shit and the first log feels like a cheese grater or nails scraping against the insides of your asshole while it's coming out. All you can do is wait through the pain and misery.