That's not an acronym, just me screaming in annoyance.
The underside of the wing was the absolute worst thing ever as no matter how I moved the feathers, gaps kept appearing.
Sunday was a super slow day to begin with as the bigs and I were recovering from doing a show on the Saturday (they were more tired than me as they were the ones actually flipping out and stuff, I was just kind of trying to help direct as I'd been unexpectedly thrust into that role as the coach who had been supposed to be doing that job had unfortunately come down with something the night before).