I can barely remember the last words my uncle told me.
"Let go of my nose!"
Deja-poo.
The sense or feeling you have dealt with this crap in the past.
"You think THAT'S bad?!? Remember the time I was in Paris with Donny de Francovich?"
I took my friend skydiving once, and he jumped out of the plane without a parachute. Then I remembered he was emo.
