My cat kept making gakking hairball noises but then nothing happened. He still hasn't barfed an hour later.
I keep calling it Chekhov's Barf.
I keep calling it Chekhov's Barf.
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But rather, “how much disgust are we willing to accept as a society?”
(That would be Beckett's Barf, I guess.)
But also, I have been rewatching House, MD, and my immediate thought of reading the phrase 'Chekhov's Barf' was that this was a common device at Princeton Plainsborough.
You’ll find it later in your bed.