It's when you drink a beer on the roof and then hit yourself in the head with the can. Then try to be Tony Hawk, fail hard, fall on your head and lay there for a moment while a child gives you the finger. Also there is a fire on the right and a fat pig.
A self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts which usually starts with you being on a top of a roof shouting at your neighbors. At this point you know it's too late to go back, but luckily you are a person of many talents. You chug a beer and smash it against your face repeatedly, showing no pain, then display your skateboarding ability, right before falling into a slumber to show disrespect to your neighbors once again. One person will give you the middle finger, your belongings will be set on fire, and your pet pig will switch sides and join your neighbors. You may never wake up...You've reached Destination Fucked
There's a Sheila drinking beer and hitting herself. She tries to be Tony Hawk, she fails hard. She lays there for a while. Here's a kid pulling the finger, to the right you'll notice fire, and there's a fat pig okey dokey.
A woman on the roof, drinking beer and hitting herself, trying to be Tony Hawks and just laying there. A kid pulls the finger, and to the right there is some fire, and finally, a Fat Pig!
A rickety ladder and a few skinny children holding it. While an over weight man tries to go for glory. This may as well be the dictionary definition of destination fucked
A lady drinking beer and hitting herself, she tries to be Tony Hawk, she fails hard. She lays there for a while...here’s a kid pulling the finger. To the right you’ll notice fire... and there’s a fat pig.