Come on now, non carborundum bullshitimus.

You know you heard your wife's account of the black snakes and told your internet-savvy kid to go out and experience some nature. "Yes son, that's it. Go out and finish cleaning the corn-house!"


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."