Depth of suckage

I said this earlier this evening with regard to an ill-conceived music video featuring Starship (how exactly did they go from “White Rabbit” and “Today” to “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now”? How?! I demand to know!) singing a bad song from an even worse movie, “Mannequin.” But in fact it can be applied to pretty much my entire week, at least the waking hours spent outside my home:

No dipstick is long enough to measure the depth of the suckage.