"Ugh! This tastes like shit!" Gumal swore in disgust. "This ain't the same thing as what you brought back from ancient Englarsh, or whatever the name of that damned place was". He took a toke off the stratodoober to clear the nasty taste out of his mouth and, more to the point, forget he'd ever tasted it.
Often statistics are used as a drunken man uses lampposts -- for support rather than illumination.