“You know when you go to a potluck and there’s that crock pot with the meatballs in the zingy sauce? You know how they kinda smell good and the person who brought them also brought cool tooth picks with which to spear them and so you try one and the sauce is pretty good and the toothpick is cool but the meatball is just a store-bought meatball, kind of mushy, no real flavor, and a bit of uncomfortable grit? Well that’s who he is, he’s a store bought meatball in flashy sauce.”
This is a first for me, describing someone as a meatball.