when you’re a justly incarnated indigestion but not, like, oh my goodness is your supper repeating o
when you’re a justly incarnated indigestion but not, like, oh my goodness is your supper repeating on you—although it is that, of course—but also a fundamental expression of an unexpurgated poison about to dissolve the soul into a cluster of sweating lesions until, at the last minute, 210 pounds of pure polska kielbasa coiled within the torso and limbs erupts from the mouth with a pure hnnyyeeuuuuuggghhh-like horking noise that blends seamlessly with the surging chorus of sheena easton’s “9 to 5″ that plays on a continuous loop until the 350 feet of sausaged sin-bolus have left the body -- source link