A steaming pile of shit cesspool masquerading as an internet community in which whiny, confusedGeneration Y brats complain about every last everyday banality known to mankind.
Kindly jump off a cliff and land in Netphoria, you ass-dwelling fuckface.
The fear of nasal irrigation, as practiced by jamming a diminutive watering can into one nostril, and angling the head to promote the flow of solution out of the fellow nostril. Blech.
Because I suffer from netiphobia, I will never again look at a teapot or watering can with affection.
Armed with the knowledge of my netiphobia, the villain tortured me with youtube videos of people using their neti pots.