Hey, Buddy! Boy howdy, did you fuck up. You fucked up HUGE. Like, leaning back and looking at a bad cake you made for your kid's birthday party bad, when there's no amount of icing that'll fix it. This is a present you cannot wrap correctly, your Homer Simpson''s barbecue, the car you backed into a much more expensive car in a parking lot. This is you looking at your burning house after you realize you did, in fact, leave the oven on for a week.
Boy, buddy, did you fuck up. Unlike the rest of us, you get to fuck up in public.