The word that can most accurately describe the sensation experienced from
listening to Barbara Streisand
sing the musical works of Celine
Dion.
Hayley: "So, how'd the big night turn out?"
Roger: "It was... there's no word to describe it. Schmooblydong? That's not it,
but it's close. Let--let me try and put it in terms you can understand. Imagine
being high at a Rusted Root concert while two dudes take you on in a
sun-baked
porta-john."
Hayley: "Wow. That actually does sound really good."
Roger: "Yeah. I'd like that too."