Ya know, I never really used to be into southern boys, but ever since I visited Texas for about a week with my friend Sabrina, I can honestly say that "cowboy butts drive me nuts"
When your front line supervisor overcomplicates easy, mundane work that should be done in a reasonable amount of time, into an impossible task that cannot be finished because he likes to make you suffer for his own sick pleasure
"Well, there's a few changes..."
"But, we're almost done!?"
"You better come get new written instructions, don't plan on getting out on time."
"Man, we just got Botts'd."