There must be a pony in there somewhere because there is so much sh** surrounding it. Where is the pony hiding?

The steadfast jacka** jacka**es his way through every day making everything worse than it was the day before. To what end? How much longer must we endure this tribulation?

The stench that goes along with it seems to be enjoyed by some because they keep going back for more. I guess your sniffer can get used to anything.