that feeling when you just spent all week at school acting social and happy and you’re done with being normal but you have band tomorrow so you don’t have to be normal and you can act like a crazed gay psychopath that is rizzing up the girl that you have 21 children with but left her and now you’re being forced to pay child support but you only want to pay for the 22nd child (Waxifer) who is a candle you used in a chemistry lab.