Now, you wanna talk about bladder problems, then the man you wanna talk

to will probably be my cousin Earl. I guess you all know Earl; he lives

out on Route 13 out on that maggot farm. Earl don't like it when you get

his maggot farm confused with a worm farm. A worm farm is for worms, and

a maggot farm is for maggots, and Earl's got the biggest maggots in the

state. Three feet long. Of course, now Earl believes this might be due

to the fact that St. Smithen's Medical Facility has been dumping their

waste on his property. Interesting thing about three-foot maggots is

that... that, well, one day the china disappeared, and then the next

day his television disappeared, and then a few days after that, his

'57 Chevy disappeared. But there they are: the world's biggest maggots.



Anyway, one day, Earl and I were standin' in the kitchen, giant maggots

crawlin' across the floor, and Earl turns to me, and he says,