So filled with a foul and overwhelming funk that the situation or thing strikes one as utterly ridiculous.
Sara opened the door to Joe's bedroom and immediately knew that the rumours of Joe's stange obsessive-compulsive disorder were true to an alarming degree. Joe could not find it possible to either wash or throw away his socks. Every sock Joe had every called his own was piled into his bedroom and Sara was overwhelmed by the sight, the smell, and the funkriculous nature of Joe's plight.
by dragoncat64 November 11, 2010