It’s what happens while you're
cornered, listening to some
windbag spilling their guts or their entire boring life story and you can’t get away
for reasons of politics (it’s your superior) or manners (trying to be polite).
As I was leaving work, that
windbag,
Trudy,
slimed me with her entire life story!
That arrogant guy in the bar tonight sure slimed us with all his bogus stories about how many exotic cars he owns.
Honey, no one wants to hear that story again; don't slime us with it.