Cornolio
When you're zoning out and picking at your hair and you find a small ball of who-knows-what lying upon your scalp. You then proceed to take this grain-sized ball that you found in the depths of your most-likey greasy hair and squish it in between your two thumbnails-- until it flattens like a pancake. This is what true satisfaction feels like.
You, picking your head, just zoning out: Was that text I sent Joey too much or--- holy shit what is that? Oh my god, it's a cornolio. Let me just squeeze it between my thumbnails-- YES! I don't care about Joey, I now know true satisfaction. I've been a bad bitch my whole life.
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