...or whatever

Just then, in Small Workroom 4, Rachel, I guess thinking the Spiderhead empty, got up and did this happy little shuffle, like she was some cheerful farmer chick who'd just stepped outside to find the hick she was in love with coming up the road with a calf under his arm or whatever. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

it's a twofer!

The autumn colors, that glinting river, that lead-colored cloud pointing down like a rounded arrow at that half-remodled McDonald's standing above I-90 like a castle. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

I'll leave this one up to your imagination

He looked like a skeleton with a mullet. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

Spanish Aficionados

"Like hungry children let loose at a buffet, Barcelona fans can often be guilty of overindulging." Sam Borden of the NYTimes (Article Here)