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Late last night, Uncle Donkey Kong called me and asked if I'd administer an enema.

"To who?" I asked. "Me". I told him I'd have to check my schedule.

This is a guy who doesn't trust me to hook up his satellite dish, and now trusts me to hook up his Fleet. Old people are funny. The last time I was over at his house he lectured me about... I don't know what. I tuned him out while I went about the pointless chores he claims he can't do for himself.

Uncle Donkey Kong was a surrogate father to me growing up.

Sometimes I think he did a lousy job, but what do I know.