When you have had multiple great days without issue and like the fuckening feel like something is bound to gowrong except that it doesn't for a few days and the fucking energy builds up to turn a minor inconvenience into a major inconvenience
(said during said not so minor inconvenience happens) "Behold, the cluster fuckening"
May I have an order of regular degular buttermilk pancakes? Without all the added jazz? Hold the blueberry smiley face, strawberry glaze, chocolate chips and whipped cream.