Last night while we were at dinner with my cousins, my brother decided to tell a story in which he was trying to render the loveliness, the sublimeness of something he had recently eaten. Instead of using the wide expanse of figurative language available to him, he decided to go a simpler route. A more disgusting route. He brandished his fork in the air, took a sip of his beer, and said, "Well, guys, it was so good, I almost came."
It was all I could do to keep myself from putting a fork in my eye.
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