David has decided to walk home tonight, rather than ride with Skippy as planned: he wants to walk off the huge supper that still sits heavy in him and the postgame beers that have bloated him. He releases a prodigious, beerful belch that earns him a pat on the back from Simon and evokes a “Simon, for God's sake!” from Nancy in the kitchen window.

There's mighty little that feazes you.

When Mercury sublimate is resublimed with fresh Mercury, and becomes Mercurius dulcis

You might say [Bob] Ross was the first ASMRtist, as those who produce ASMR videos like to be called.