Incest is more than just an excuse for V.C. Andrews to write a novel; incest is also a category on most porn sites. In both cases the success lies in the fact that it’s so taboo it interests people in their dark little core, because that never happens in real life. Except for when it does, like this week’s story about a mother who gave up her son for adoption when she was sixteen. Eighteen years and eight more kids later, she found her son on Facebook and reunited with him. And his wiener. It’s a story of love, sex, regret, sex, passion, and a lot of genetic destruction. You don’t have to like your family, but you have to love them.
Should these beacons of incest forget to use protection, the resulting creature will look and function a lot like a slightly evolved log of poo. Which is exactly what we discuss this week in Josh’s ongoing battles with his digestive tract. He recalls a story of someone he knew who suffered such constipation that they eventually vomited up their own feces. I can’t understand why my parents aren’t proud of this show.