Ah, what the hell. You've built a few soapbox cars in your time, you know plenty about fixing cars. And this thing has just as much scotch tape and cardboard parts holding it together. Who needs mechanics? What are you... a woman? You chuckle at your own smug joke and go to collect the missing wheel from your Dodge. Surely the answer to this problem is crazy glue, lots and lots of crazy glue. Slipping under the car, you begin fastening the wheel back in place, when a great shadow falls over you. A familiar voice sounds.

"Hey, punk. What are you doing to my car?" Al Bundy asks.

Unable to move, you swallow hard. Looks like this car still had an original owner, and you just happened to run into him.

"I wonder," Al absently mutters, "if I can fit this entire egg up your ass without breaking it. What do you think?"

Now, you're not too worried. Sure, Married with Children had some risqué jokes, but they always kept it clean enough to pass the censors. There's no way he's going to actually go through with this.

Well, see, you're not on TV right now, genius. Had this egg thing been a bet, you would've won. It wasn't, though. As illustrated by Al's evil laughter, when he skids off in his Dodge. Well, you're stranded in Macon, you have no means of transportation, and you're walking funny. Tired from having spent most of the day driving and getting an egg thrust up your rectum, you decide to put the last cash in your wallet into a motel room for one night. Tomorrow is another day.

Twenty-four hours later, the egg in your colon hatches and a baby iguana tears its way out of your body through your digestive system. Don't worry, the pain was quite excruciating.

CONGRATS! YOU'RE A NEW DADDY! START OVER!