Speaking of the ass.
At the time of my impaired youth, I had a roots whose parents held bees. And then one evening we went to him in the warehouse, to have a good rest. And after destroying a pair of stickers, they found that next to us is 5 50-litre flags with honey.
and constipation. There was no ZAPOR, precisely in large letters, was that at least a coat of fork.
So the expression "slap asshole" made sense to me.
This is popular wisdom, yes.