n2k
N2K is the worst kind of extra info, like getting told about your cousin’s weird pet iguana when you’re already late for lunch and your hair is on fire.
N2K? I didn’t need to know about your ex’s new tattoo of a dancing chicken.
Why did you tell me about the cafeteria’s new pizza sauce? N2K!
N2K? I was fine not knowing you have a pet raccoon named Sir Fluffington.