This verbal intercourse , or what we endear as BS , is a therapeutic , colorful and metaphorical exchange of wit , humoUr and levity that we , as overstressed bipeds desperately need to maintain a healthy balance of endorphins and oxycontin levels in our hypertalmud. (that's located in the back of our synagog)
Sometimes we just wanna kick back in a genuine faux leather black Aeron chair and speak in run-on words , pop certain things and exude Taurus domesticus poo upon our fellow comrades in the security and relative anonymity of the Internet that Al Gore invented while hypoxic.
Discussing things sounds so Ward Cleaver / the Beave interchange.
