Sopwith Camel

Sometimes at The Monstro we like to invent figures of speech. Our most recent I am particularly fond of.

During the first World War Manfred von Richtofen, otherwise known as the Red Baron, had a staggering career as a German fighter pilot, recording over 80 combat kills. Presumably many of these kills came at the expense of the lowly Sopwith Camel, a scout fighter for the British forces. The Sopwith Camel was notorious for crashing on takeoff, let alone registering any success against the Red Baron himself.
In light of the nature of the Sopwith Camel, several authors of this blog were taken to using the name as a figure of speech to define absolute and utter failure. Say, for example, you were to hit on someone at the bar and they were to laugh in your face and then walk away. We at The Monstro would say you just "Sopwith Camelled" or that you "crashed your Sopwith into the side of a mountain" or that you simply "Sopwithed." To Sopwith something is to be personally guilty of failure while simultaneously being the victim of plain horrible luck. Getting behind the wheel of a car while you are drunk and getting pulled over and taken to jail is not Sopwithing. Getting behind the wheel of a car drunk while getting a blowjob from a prostitute and getting pulled over by the cops is. Who's to blame? You? The prostitute? Fate? Who knows, but you just fucking Sopwithed hard.
Long live the Sopwith Camel in our hearts and minds.

*note* While browsing the Wikipedia article on the Sopwith Camel, I noticed that the engine that powered the fateful craft was called the Gnome. That's pure poetry.