A state reached when you'
re so
tired, hungry, and unconcerned about your own (or your families) well being that you decide a bucket of fried chicken is your best option for dinner. Generally followed by
deep remorse, self-loathing, and a serious contemplation of suicide.
After working a 12 hour grocery
shift, and getting shit on by the dregs of
humanity (aka his
customer base), John had reached the "Fuck it, get a bucket" stage.