Give me a...

Rope.

I need a rope so I can pull towards the end of this [hideous!] week.

I won't bore you with details of these shot [hideous!] nerves.

Or how about the extrapolated number of [hideous!] hours--divided into minutes--divided into seconds--divided into nano-seconds-- I spend looking at mindless words in books that have minds of their [hideous!] own?

Oh blah, blah, blah-- I feel like riding a bike in my neighborhood. Just like good old times.

By the way, radiohead makes you smarter.