What do you call a pimple on a Pollock’s ass?
Brain tumor.
Btw, I spell it that way because there used to be (and might still be) a few restaurants called Pollock Johnnies where I’d get a large Polish sausage on a bun at 2AM when the bar closed. The one I went to was in the red light district of Baltimore. I’d eat it while watching the hookers walk by. There also were and still are strip bars along there, but back then I was in grad school and way too broke to patronize either the hookers or strip bars. In fact, only reason I could get drunk was I worked the door of the bar carding people while the head bouncer brought me beers as my pay. Funny thing about the Baltimore red light district. It’s conveniently located across the street from the Police headquarters.