In weeks past, I've felt this entire thing has been a giant feces sandwich of which we'd all have to take a bite.

Today, I've realized that its really a 100 lb. feces meatloaf, and we each have to eat an entire one.

Then, we have to wait for our betters to let us know when the next unknown quantity of feces will be forced upon us.

So I've got a problem 'cause I'm not a huge feces meatloaf fan.

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."