Sad, Sad Surf
Today I decided to go out surfing, despite my better instincts. Sure the surf report said “don’t bother,” but what do they know? When I got there, even the ripples were pathetic. There were two ways to describe how I felt when I saw the sorry state of the surf.
One is with Napoleon Dynamite. Such disappointment would cause him to tilt his head back slightly, close his eyelids a bit more than usual and exhale audibly with a hint of bitterness.
The second way would be through the use of the infinite wisdom of The Price Is Right. Imagine you made one fatal wrong decision and you sent the yoddler over the cliff. Cleverly, TPIS would use this audio aid to enhance your shattered spirit: