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.