Really sorry, mate. Sux bigtime. Major sympathy streaming your way.
Thanks, mate, but it's not symapathy I need! I'm anxious for a few new cuss words cos I think I wore all mine out. 
It sucks big time when:
* you've worn out all your cuss words in one session and you're too effing angry to make up any new ones.
* you wanna let out a massive starkerbark instead and forgot the curried cabbage for dinner the night before.
* you grunt and groan for 20 minutes to muster one up and only manage a lady-like squeaker.
* the lady-like squeaker isn't powerful enough to blow away the evidence and you're left with skidmarks.
* you've done no laundry since the missus went to Tassie and got no clean undies.
* your son offers you a pair of his brand new undies with elephant ears on the sides and eyes above the peek-a-boo fly... and the waist is 10 sizes too small.
* you emulate the effect to impress a lady friend and she remarks: "Oh, ok, did that elephant have 3 parts of its trunk amputated or was it born that way?"
