When shoveling snow becomes the workout you do that day, because your dickweed of a younger brother went awol, you're at the end of your metaphorical (I'm not even going to joke about it) rope.

Why the apples do you have to shovel snow James?

No Soap Radio: It's 11 KBBL degrees below zero. I hope you're someplace warm.
Homer: You bet your sweet … ass! <chuckles>