What a miserable existence.
You know, many years ago when I was young and an accountant at the state department of health here, I used to spend coffee breaks with an M.D., an old guy who was intrigued by how one could be deaf, but still understand what was going on around him.
He was quite the
raconteur, the story-teller, and when advising me how to get along with difficult people, reminded me that most unpleasant people are unpleasant simply because they have bowel problems; no more than that.
Over the years, he let me in on details about how to tell if a person's rectally afflicted simply from his personality and manners.
There's all sorts of rectal afflictions, but I think I've narrowed ol' Bob's down to one.
He takes a lot of pharmaceuticals, and many pharmaceuticals are what the medical community calls "binders." As this is a family web-site, I won't bother defining it, other than to say that it makes those things that form inside the intestine as big as cantaloupes, if not bigger.
Big Mo seems to have the same problem.
One doesn't need a whole lot of imagination to see what that does to a person.