An intimately close kind of friend, not that you would smoke crack with, but that you could call and say "I'm in a crack house, and I'm scared for my life.", who would then do everything in their power to get you help or help you themselves.
Person 1: Hey, who's your best friend?
Person 2: I don't have best friends, I have Crack House Friends.
Person 1: Dag, yo.
A shitty non-genre of music that kids your roommates sister brings over use to describe the music they like or play when they're trying to sound intelligent, cultured and like they appreciate the dichotomy of music, when in reality, they listen to Oceana.
Dumbass: I can't tell you the name of my band, because we're going to be a big deal, and we want to keep it under wraps. But we play Post-Artcore. We're influenced by... (Starts to name-drop a bunch of shitty bands), So you know, it's awesome.
Me: You're a moron.
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