Chronic sweating for no apparent reason - the beads roll down one's forhead like a waterfall. Discolouration of the armpit area on the shirt is a common occurence.
Ash: Mate, you got a bead on?
Henry: Mote, discolourage!!
Ash: Muh!
Henry: Mate, it's so bad, it feels like the Atlantic in here!
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When your girlfirend is so incredibly poor in bed that she makes the same amount of effort as a corpse - you do, in fact, end up 'basting the meat', similar to the act of stuffing a turkey. The sex is usually so poor that the male in the relationship is unable to finish, due to the cadaver like nature of his missus. He is left with painful, swollen blue balls.
Alex: "Oh mate, were you basting the meat last night?"
Henry: "MATE, she was like a corpse, minimal effort"
Alex: "Mate, did you finish?"
Henry: "Nah mate, blue balls, never have finished!"
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Completely and utterly horrifically, recklessly, irreparably, disastrously drunk. Sure signs of being Flissed are the inability to open doors, hold a chicken burger, or remain alive.
If one wants to trace Flissed people, they can usually be found at the end of a long line of strewn chicken burger salad, rambling on about tra-HA-HAs or some shit. Kind of like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow - except nothing like that.
Cat - "Is she Flissed again?"
Alex - "Yeah - she's Fliss"
James - "Shut up Cat"
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