the patron deity of bullshit

"In this time of term papers I wanted to draw upon my patron deity, Bullshiticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all nighter.

I like to think he's Dionysus's second cousin or something."

The horrible moment when you realise that you have accidentally done something very slightly wrong which has very bad (usually embarassing) implications for you. This is typically the moment of realisation that you just sent a dirty text message to a close member of family, typically your mother, rather than the intended recipient.