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.