You know that feeling when you’re at a party. You know everyone there, it’s a comfortable place usually. You’ve been there before. The smell is familiar. It’s usually a place where you feel at home.
Then, just as you go to grab a beer and crack it open, you see this guy. He’s not familiar. He’s wearing hot pink bicycle shorts and a purple hoodie and combat boots. He’s tall and lanky, his knees buckle backwards and and he talks with his hands and arms, his head sways and bobs as he speaks with a high pitched slangy shriek.
He basically ruins your good time. He annoys the shit out of you. You can’t ignore him, he’s stands out like a guy on a message board with a Val Kilmer avatar.
You ever had that?