Alright, well let's try to get this back on track.
From the illustrious Mimo in the WAYWRN thread, in reference to a fit from sir Sugarbutch:
Oh good grief. Your extraordinary range of tweedage is a soothing and consistent balm upon which enjoyment of my daily SF read depends. Today I feel very let down. Come on, Butch, for goodness' sake! It's just so wrong to see you like this. Like walking in on Beyonce naked, then realising she's taking a shit.