said to confirm outcomes based solely on extremely good luck, circumstances of uncommon fortune, results that in all probability are difficult to repeat.
I met a seven hot girls at the club who all wanted my number so I have a date lined up for every day of the week.
Jack Seven, you ugly pervy fuck-face.
a non-economically based type of social structure, usually associated with a high focus on personal individuality, close interpersonal relationships, an intergration with the natural environment, and loose social hierarchy.
Naming each and every world city as it's own country would be a step towards reverting to tribalism.
Queer pressure generally applies to girls. It relates to the pressure to do lesbian acts with your girlfriends to impress sexually deviant boys.
Sexually Deviant Boy: You and Tabitha are such great friends.
Sexually Deviant Boy: You should hold hands.
Sexually Deviant Boy: Now straddle Tabitha.
Tabitha: I guess.
Nancy: *jumps on*
Sexually deviant Boy: Now Tabitha take your top off and Nancy kiss her tits a little.
Nancy: I don't know.
Tabitha: We don't...
Sexually deviant Boy: Fine I guess you two aren't as sexy as I thought.
Laine: *reading national geographics in the corner* Lay off the queer pressure.
A person who has the compulsion to purge their darkest secrets or rat themselves out with little or no prompting.
Person 1: Hey, you seem nice, will you just watch over my little girl for 5 minutes while I try to change this tire.
Purgist: I'd love to, but I have to tell you, I have ADD and I'm easily distracted, I'm a boarder-line alcoholic, I lack the ability to make even the smallest decision, and I have a hard time controlling my bodiliy functions.
Person 1: On second thought, I'll just leave her in the back seat.
Roomate: Hey, Mindy, just remember our rent's due next week.
Purgist: Okay, here's my share of it. By the way, I was pissed off that you finished all the cookies, so I peed in your shoes, it wasn't the cat, and I feel much better now.
a masculinized version of pooka: According to Irish Myth, a leprachaun, of slightly meaner mischief.
If you don't put milk out for the pookos at night they'll get annoyed and burn your house down.
What weird 25-year-olds with no life call everyone under the age of 20.
Today, while I was getting coffee at the gas station, a couple of high-school students walked up to me and told me I reminded them of a older and creepier version of Jessica Simpson, and I said, why don't you bite me, half-people.
The coolest place in the world, filled with the most coolest people in the world. Santa Clause's summer home is located just outside of Cairns, Queensland. And the whole shark attack thing -- myth!
Me: Wow! This Australia place is SOOOO cool! I never want to leave.
Aussie: Yieh, aur kuale's aer haepy. Aind aur sherks aer frindlee, mite.
Aussie: Eand way've gat gikoes.
Me: ADOPT ME!