CR is like a pygmy donkey, and you walk that donkey day after day down to the river. Every day it drinks and drinks, and just when you think it's going to burst, it starts diarrhea-shitting out the Waffle House you guys drunkingly devoured the evening before. Then you have pygmy donkey shit, that smells a little too much like redhot and maple syrup, all over your neatly polished walkin-loafers.