Based on the theory proposed by R. M. Nixon, a self-perpetuating comedy of errors; not to be confused with a regular clusterfuck, which ends quietly when the last error can't spawn a chain reaction of new ones.
So after Ed has to change his shirt because his wife spilled coffee on him, he misses his bus, calls a taxi... the driver jumps a curb, blows out a rear tire, doesn't have a spare, and when the police come he fails the balloon test and Ed has to go in with the police and fill out a report? That, my friend, is a Domino Clusterfuck!
The composite set list of an end-stage open mic.
Sooner or later, every open mic is abandoned to the Ordure of the Night's Template!
/sÉrËkÊmp(É)nÄ«z/ Dick around.
I can't keep my guitar in tune, maybe I should circumpenize with the truss rod.
As opposed to Narcissism, the resolve to go it alone in multiple roles when the real narcissists decline them.
You know I'm not a triplet; that video Trio of Me is an act of pure necessism!
A hot sandwich combining process cheese and sliced meat of questionable origin.
I can vouch for the cafeteria's Filly Cheesesteak: she was definitely less than two years old.
Disqualified for or discharged from a position in order to accommodate a locally educated peer.
There is no document trail. A graduate of the local school whose kid's best friend's mother is the team leader wanted Ellie's job and that was it; they academized her.
A guy who goes around smelling little girls' bicycle seats.
OMG Check out the bike rack... that gaupp's even hitting the tricycles!