My dead grandma's neighbor was an evil man who ate his dog's kibble for lunch and the dog itself raw for supper. No one trusted him and he was scorned by the fat women too who had not a prayer in this version of Jehovah's world to partake in *** that wasn't perverted by ****-diving deviants. "I remember when he drove a truck for Dan's Bakery," an old-timer remembered, his ******* shrunken by time and his lips cracked from years of ****-diving. "Yes," another mole man chimed in, "he often vomited at the gas station to scare health nuts away, the ones who were repelled by public vomiting."