“To the fe-mooch, you are a piece of meat. A potential notch on the belt. A two minute sexual conversation over beers with his fe-mooch friends that will usually end in a high five.”
I didn’t like finish reading this notorious post, and I don’t know what a “fe-mooch” is (got to catch up on the Dad-isms-o-verse! Is that term canonical?) but to call this “paragraph” a “mixed metaphor” would be an insult to “metaphors” and the “act of physical agitation in order to combine disparate parts or the verbal act of confusing one referent for another.” Or whatever.
HE EATS YOU AND GETS FAT AND HAS TO PUT ANOTHER NOTCH IN HIS BELT EATING YOU IS SEX AND IT’S ALSO DRINKING BEER SO YOU’RE FATTENING.
There, I unmixed it. Now it needs to be set around an Insanity Wolf or something. #INTERNET. Why am I so delirious today?
