Employee A: "Did you see that the DOW has fallen 2500 points since Obama was elected?"
Employee B: "Unfortunately, yes. My 401(k) has officially been Barocked."
and,
Tim: "My uncle lost his job from the coal power plant when it bankrupted due to Obama's energy policy."
Joe: "Oh, your uncle just got Barocked!"
and,
Angela: "When I got that concussion from my car accident, I tried to find a doctor in the area, but all the hospitals were closed. I had to drive 300 miles across the state border to find a doctor who would take my government insurance."
Terry: "Oh my gosh, I got Barocked just like that last week! I wish the doctors would move back into our state and start taking our insurance, but that'll happen only when healthcare gets less socialized I guess."
There's always that one guy in the football team that's face somehow seems to attract footballs to it as though it's magnetized. The word 'Bantocked!' is often loudly exclaimed in amusement by teammates when that ball-smashed-in-the-face moment occurs. The victim is a generally a perpetually sad watery eyed fellow that can be found in the pub afterwards soothing its red swollen proboscis in a cool pint.
He was well and truly bantocked in the face by that shot.
Ouch!, he was proper bantocked there.
I was not aware of the term, but in many of his unpublished works William Shakespeare tells of his raids with his barstool friends.
(Die Bezeichnung war mir nicht bewusst, aber in vielen seiner unveröffentlichten Werken erzählt William Shakespeare von seinen Raubzügen mit seinen Barhockerfreunden.)