Quote:Holy Christos, give it up to the Virgin,
My mother, bless her soul, had fits. As a wealthy family, we were more fortunate than most and had a tower over in the east wing to lock her up in those bad times. We waited as long as we thought we could, and when demand went down as we figured likely, we zipped her in for a really moderately priced lobotomy.
She joined the rest of us again and things were pretty much back to normal. That was a good time. Also, it freed up the east tower and we did well by running a grow-op up there for several years.
But the reason I mentioned the above is that post-lobomy mother, for reasons I cannot apprehend, used that same expression up top here from dys every time she had a bowel movement. What a world, hey?