When wiping ones arse after a particularly sloppy turd
your finger pushes through the paper and into your mess
resulting in what looks like a brown ballerina
A spontaneous combustion of uncertainly. Usually sparked by drinking, smoking, and a taller-than-average-height-man with an uncanny ability to persuade everyone present to participate in an assorted variety of creative nudity before the clock strikes twelve.. On most occasions, followed by a semi-philosophical explanation of the quantum theory behind all the events of the night.
Dude...I was beltsering all night and now I am dating two birds at a time in a delicate and profound way!