A phrase that sums up the uroboros of fuckery
everyone endures as a
human being on this planet.
Usually said in response to a friend recounting a
fucked up situation when no words suffice.
S: Remember how I told you last week that Dean wouldn’t stop talking about the “
perfectly shaped hole” in the oak in the backyard? Well today I
walked in on him...fucking the tree!
M: Can’t say I’m surprised. It all circles
back to whack.