From Rebar

The litany of things Don Hall has done or uttered to proclaim himself a
horse's ass is as epic as anything Virgil, Milton or Dante could come up
with. When the drunken sprite who lives in Don Hall's weenus takes over
his faculties and makes him expose his ballsack for the 4,791st time, or
stick objects in his pants (or on said ballsack), or express himself
through dance (both interpretive and freestyle) - all one can do is steel
oneself..and try to avert your eyes before the image is burned into your
brain.

Save yourself. It's much too late for me.