[Ibby]

We've used the cellar-as-a-bar metaphor before, so pardon me if I use it again.

You're like that dude who walks into the bar with the wallet full of three hundred pictures of bullshit nobody cares about, whether it be his hideous twisted mutant of a child, his ugly modded 'race'car, his big expensive fishing pole, whatever, and promptly proceeds to, loudly, interject into every single conversation in the room how much he likes his [thing]. Nobody likes it. You're too exuberant, too !!!!, too annoying, too one-track, and too constant.

And you're really starting to get on my nerves, a lot.