Your Grandma: "Oh yeah, park that thing in my tailpipe big boy!"
Mailman: "Hahaha! You ain't gonna shit right for a week!"
Your Grandma: "Actually I haven't enjoyed regular bowel movements for 20 years since this damn
Atkins diet has been binding me like crazy. I've got more shit in me now than a port-o-john at the town chili festival!"
Mailman: (loses his lunch) "TMI, you old wench!"