Being as how it's the truth

It is easy to be humiliated, but it takes a high level of intelligence to know that you have been humiliated. Sometimes you get hit with an insult or or bested in an argument, and your opponent will believe they have humiliated you, when in fact they have only made themselves seem cruel, ugly, or stupid, thus turning the shame around on them. Or maybe they're just an asshole to begin with, which makes it far more difficult for them to push negative stigma onto others. But sometimes, you have been well and truly screwed, and you just have to sit in it and feel like a jackass. There are a few cocktail recipes that can bring this sensation on without the time and trouble of orchestrating a colossal fuck-up, but the majority of them involve a thick Russian liquor that tastes like lawngrass, which carries its own shameful connotations from the moment you cradle the bottle in your hands. The only one that qualifies in my neighborhood bar is called a "Fat Elvis." It involves Frangelico, creme de banana, and cinnamon schnapps. It's supposed to taste like peanut-butter and nana sammiches. If you drink three and then do three lines of coke and then go sit on the shitter, you'll totally have a heart attack and be famous forever.