A state of fatigue so terminal that you cannot roll another foot, having all the shapely utility, bounce and style of a flat tire, the air completely taken out of you.
Another day, after another sleepless night, feeling so deflated that no air hose, pressure gauge or patch could address his flat tire-dness. Yet he'd get through it, for sure, he'd do everything needed of him, as he's done yesterday, and the day before, and the... day...... before........... huh?! Me?? Yeah, no, I'm awake! Just turn the key, give it a little gas... sure, let's go.
The worst place ever! Satan goes to hell to get a break from Mr. Tire. Imagine if you will a place that harbors ill will, does not care about anything, and resembles the Grim Reaper himself.
Man I just got back from the worst vacation ever! Bad food, bad service, and bad company. It was as if I was at Mr. Tire!