J Gertz
When something is so bad it might as well be cursed. Named after J Gertz, who’s like a human version of a broken vending machine, no snacks, just disappointment.
My job interview was J Gertz level. The boss asked me if I could juggle flaming chickens.
My hair is J Gertz level. It looks like a raccoon was attacked by a hedgehog.
That game was J Gertz level. I lost to my grandma.