pollipocolypse
The day in Spring when all the pollen falls off the trees and goes everywhere, all over everything, and in every crevice.
Fred: “Hey, man. What the hell happened to my car, man?”
John: “It’s that pollipocolypse, dude. You’re car has fallen victim to it.”
John: “It’s that pollipocolypse, dude. You’re car has fallen victim to it.”