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EXAMPLE 1
When feeling ill (typically after consuming too much alcohol), one feels nauseous for a brief period of time before vomiting. This vomiting, however, causes the feeling of over-drunk nausea to disappear, and leaves the vomit-er feeling considerably more sober. Best performed out of view of friends to preserve dignity.
Not to be mistaken with normal drunken puking which goes on for ages and doesn't leave the vomit-er any less drunk or nauseous.
EXAMPLE 2
Can also be used as a parting insult on somebody you don't like, when they get up to leave and you cannot contain your anger until they leave the room.
EXAMPLE 1
Charlie- *drunkenly* Aaaaah I feel sooooo rough... *lies down and curls up with nausea*
Mate- Try a Good Puke, that may help
Charlie- *has Good Puke* *soberly* aaaah I feel so much better!
EXAMPLE 2
Irritating French Teacher- Ok, that's all for today, see you tomorrow *begins walking out of door* bye!
Charlie- YEAH, GOOD PUKE!
Plasticization Syndrome is a phenomenon found in the UK's current generation's youth, born in the late 80's and early 90's. It is when, due to peer pressure, perception of an "ideal appearance" in the media, bad parenting, and the culture of celebrity, the girls of the generation assume semi-identical appearances, without realising what they're doing.
Symptoms include aggressively straightened hair, hair being bleached blond to the point where the hair follicles are actually dying, applying makeup that can be measured in inches, saying "izzit" after every other sentence, assuming an online identity containing the words "lil" and "princess", having extremely underage sex, not having any real friends but instead a large group of people with whom to bitch, a lack of personal identity, respect and development and a general ignorance of the world.
Charlie: God, the leaver's ball at school was totally ruined by the semi-identical, orange-tanned, cinderella-dress clad girls- it looked like some kind of weird shop-dummy gathering.
Girl Suffering from Plasticization Syndrome: Mett, laak, wot is iz u on abaat boi? U best not be dis'spectin me or nuffin. Izzit.
Charlie: Jeez.
A small town/village hybrid in East Cornwall, UK. Unlike it's smaller cousin village Tywardreath, Par is mildly entertaining, if only in the form of the casual crime perpetuated by the Year 10's and 11's of nearby Fowey School.
The rise of casual crime in Par went relatively unnoticed by the inhabitants until an innocent man was beaten to death on Par Beach by four drunken thugs. Since then there has been a spate of beatings, graffiti and general vandalism.
One common sight in Par is the continual circling of irritatingly loud mopeds and stupidly modified cars around the one way system. This is due to a lack of things to do in Par.
At night, common sights include gangs of 15-year-olds pretending to be gangsters getting drunk on a single can of Stella between them, and girls of the same age looking like shop dummies that have been spray painted orange.
Charlie: Let's go to Par!
Mate: Um, let's not. I find Par's huge amounts of inbred crack dealers and schoolboys casually vandalising cars quite a deterrant.
Charlie: Ah, that's true! Let's go to Plymouth instead.
When something, usually while Instant Messaging, makes you laugh out loud, but not in the shallow, generic, abyss-filling, inane sense that "Laugh Out Loud" is used for nowdays; actual, real life laughter.
Not a lol or a rofl or a lmao.
An actual laugh.
You remember, real emotion?
Generic #1- Yeah lol like lol so I was like, lol, right?
Generic #2- OMFG yeah lol
Generic #1- lol
Generic #2- lol
Generic #1- lol
***AS OPPOSED TO***
Human- *reality lol* that was really, really genuinely funny.
Doshing literally means to perform an act of physical movement that is both dancing and moshing.
This usually occurs naturally during fast paced, ecletic live performances, and normally starts when dancing at the edge of a moshpit, that then expands.
It avoids the stigma attatched to moshing but still allows a fair amount of physical contact with other attendees, whilst embracing the energy and mental bliss of raving like a madman.
Doshing is the closest one can get to bliss.
Dry, watery cider that tastes faintly of those chemicals you used in secondary school chemistry class. Always seems like the best thing to buy when having an "event" due to it's cheapness and universal appeal- it's sweet enough for girls to like, but "beery" enough for guys to like.
Almost always induces vomiting after 5 or 6 cans. It is physically impossible to sip or savour Strongbow in any way due to both it's taste and reputation as a "party drink".
*when drunk* god, why did we buy STRONGBOW?! *pukes in front of friends* I'll never drink this godawful shite again...
Jack White's latest side project, also known as "Jack White's Inevitable Next Cash In Project". Although a semi-passable album, Jack White's "solos", which have been reduced to short bursts of fuzz-distortion instead of actual music, make the entire album unlistenable, as upon hearing a single decibel, the listener will be thrown into an uncontrollable psychotic fit of utter fury.
Jack White: I fancy making several MORE million dollars. Hey you! Yes, you over there in the twatty gothic dress! Come and record a half-arsed, whiny, poorly produced array of songs, call it an album, and sell it as "The Dead Weather"!
Random Singer: Er... ok!
Jack White: Thaaaaats right... it's got my name on it, so it'll sell millions regardless of whether it's good or not!