Addiction?

Remember sherry enema lady? Well, this follow-up heads off in an entirely new and disturbing direction:

"I'm sure that's the way he wanted to go out because he loved his enemas,"

and

"He did coffee enemas, he did Castile soap, Ivory soap," she said. "He had enema recipes."

I could have lived out the rest of my days and been quite happy with not having that information lodged in my brain. However, since I now have to suffer with it, I thought I may as well spread the misery.

I think I need a shower.