My sister, she's covered with moles. We called her ole moley. She went to the church, got saved, we started callin her holey moley. She married a Mexican, now we call her guacamole. Anyway, we was at this flea market, and she was feelin bad about her moles. We walked by this guy with no legs, who was sellin boots. I says to her, look at him, he's got no legs and he's sellin boots, and you pity yourself for havin a few moles, so then she starts to feel better about herself. We walk by the no-legged guy and I hear him whisper to the guy next to him "Oh my god, did you see the moles on that girl?!"