PD.com: Like a fraternity of drunken clowns, hopped up on goofballs, beating one-another to a bloody pulp with bricks; the maniacal laughter increases exponentially as someone runs off to get a cinder-block.
Don't fucking judge me, I've got tentacles for a face.
Stop this verbal maestrobating!
Actually, I might get a better Handel on it if I listen to some water music.