v : the loud yet ineffectual lashing of the elements against your adequate — despite the recurring fungal growth in the tub, the hot water that’s tepid at best, and a landlord who mixes up the roles ‘tenant’ and ‘confidante only to be found in movies with Jeremy Piven in a supporting role’ — living quarters. A strong reminder that while your nominal desk jockey position is fraught with ennui at least it provides you with a warm safe place to feel general satisfaction and avoid being struck down by pneumonia at the age of 24.

e.g. “The hail is probunding like crazy, I wonder when it will — AW SHIT THE PATRIOTS FUMBLED AGAIN.”