Like in the movie Groundhog Day where you keep reliving the same day over and over except there isn't anything good about it and there is nothing but dismay.
I'm so depressed with this groundhog dismay crap, same old bullshit over and over again and again.
The awful feeling a man experiences when he slides his hand down a young woman's panties, only to find that she shaves/waxes her pubic area. This effect only applies to a small number of American men (aprox 1-2%)who enjoy a nice full bush over the generic standard of a shorn beaver.
I had the worst case of pubic dismay on Friday night when I took that pig home. Her attempts to be sexy for me were ruined when I felt her brillo pad pussy.