Much like a black hole, but for the Internet. One click leads you to the next which leads you to the next which leads into the next. And the next thing you know, eight hours has passed and you don't exactly know how you got where you are.
The small hole in the plastic lid of disposable coffee cups that you burn your self through by taking that first sip of your morning peppermint-mocha crack.
Friend 1: “Yo last night I fucked this homeless bitch and she had a gap in between her nostrils.”
Friend 2: “So you gave her the old Crack-hole special?”
Friend 1: “Yup, I didn’t even pay her the money she asked for after.”