Refers to either of two similarly-unhealthful "wound up" conditions:
(1) The fiercely-strong "internal burning" and obsessive determination that Indiana Jones had felt ever since he was a
boy to recover the Cross of Coronado and donate it to
Marcus Brody'
s museum for display in their collection of Spanish antiquities.
(2) Frustration/tedium-provoked high blood pressure,
heart-palpitations, etc. suffered by a feverishly-aggravated returnable-containers collector who is repeatedly compelled to laboriously
shake/rinse out slimy globs of rotted lime from each and every discarded Corona Light bottle that he comes across.
Why can'
t beer-imbibers just add lemon
juice to their bottled drinks 'stedda stuffin' in huge chunks of whole limes?! I mean, don'
t get me wrong, now --- I **do indeed** deeply appreciate it when generous folks around town give me their huge "after
da party" piles of empties to cash in, but still... I am soooooo totally gonna get a major case of coronary distress (not to mention carpel tunnel syndrome if I hafta keep abusin' my poor weak wrists) from my agonized shakin' out of all
da 0%!$&#!@ fruit-blobs from every single bleepin' one of all these narrow-necked bottles here, not to mention havin' to also slosh-rinse each bottle afterwards in my
water-filled 5-gallon plastic
bucket here, to remove
da stinky-moldy pulp-residues! (Sorry, but I respect the hard-workin’ redemption-center staff far too much to give them filthy-messy bottles, thank you very much!) And THEN of course, I’m also gonna hafta CLEAN UP ALL
DA SLOPPY ROTTEN CITRUS-CLUMPS outta my door-yard after I get done processing my returnables, so that visitors don'
t slip on them or track in yuckies onto my nice clean carpet!