You've just been to see Harry Potter at the cinema, and you're really bursting for the toilet. You go to sit down to relieve yourself and find yourself shooting magical spells at Voldemort, just like you did when you were 5.
Mom: Come down and eat, you're ice-cream's melting!
You: Um, one sec mom - just finishing my Harry Potter Poop! (Pew Pew, Stupefy!)
Bubba had a new tattoo he'd gotten last night with his mastercard, a hangover, had lost his dentures, the double-wide was leaking, he was a nickle shy for a lotto ticket, the tag on the Firebird was 2 months out-of-date and the transmission was leaking a quart a day, was being sued because his Blue Heeler raped a poodle and his court date for child support was tomorrow...he felt like dog poop.