Watching the first "Austin Powers" movie taught me a fantastic term for when we strain too much on the crapper.
So, Austin Powers is in a bathroom stall next to Tom Arnold (does he really play anybody other than himself? Is he still even alive?).
An assassin sent by a nefarious evil-doer known only as "No. 2" pops through a secret hole in the wall behind Mr. Powers, to strangle him. Mr. Powers turns the tables and is dunking the assassin's head in the toilet.
All the while, Mr. Powers is grunting, "Who. Does. Number 2. Work. For?!"
So, Tom Arnold tells him to take it easy, to be careful not to "blow out your O-ring" (a reference to the cause of the tragic Challenger shuttle explosion in 1986).
Here in the U.S. we have a state called Tennessee, which is the home for the University of Tennessee Volunteers. Their dominant school color is this oddly pale shade of orange.You might call it "urange," maybe.
How do these two separate pieces of information go together?
Well, it's those personalized license plates.
After a baseball game, we get into the car and parked just in front of me is a vehicle with a personalized plate.
"Big O-Ring?" I ask my wife. "Why the hell would somebody put that on their plate?"
Then, I see the tags are from Tennessee.
She can't stop laughing. "Big Orange."
Or, if the first "g" were omitted, "Boring."
In any case, it just goes to show: Sometimes deciphering what these personalized plates means is all in the IUVDBHLDR.