His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
@shrav_10 Before:
"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
After:
["She loves you (yeah x 3)" x 3] + yeah
I find this example better than an empty home example etc.
@liushujia@mhdksafa If you wanted a proper analogy you would have said "next they'll be saying that a compulsive desire to eat human flesh isn't a crime". But you didn't, because you don't understand what words mean.
FAFO used to be such a cool phrase. It perfectly encapsulated the feeling the person "fucking around" was about to learn the consequences of his or her actions. The phrase has been so overused by the most Charmin Ultra-Soft pussies in the universe that it has almost lost meaning.