You're absolutely right. You've not seen many a time my rear hides in my
city. Not sure if that's what you meant to say. Maybe combing that beard
on your butt will let the words come out right? This isn't a battle of
wits. It's more like watching a one-armed epiliptic trying to swat the
invisible bugs nesting in her hairy brainbox.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 419 AF.