Slang for Spirit testicle; A handy companion to ask questions about the unfathomable whom also happens to whisper compliments and sage advice in times of need.
Even though I lost my testicle, I gained the insight and friendship of what some would wrongly call a phantom testicle. Which is stupid. There's no such thing as phantoms.
After meeting a chick on the first night, you bring her back to your bedroom, she asks if you have protection, you show her the condom and it disappears back into your pocket. You proceed with out.
Fred is a little worried about last night he used the Phantom wrap
When you think can't feel your fitbit cause your so use to wearing it , so you have check and feel your wrist , or look down at your wrist.
I had fitbit Phantom syndrome or FPS for a second so had check my wrist.
The ultimate "Make America Great Again" vigilante hero you never knew you needed. Enter Richard McCaslin, a guy who took conspiracy theories way too seriously. In 2002, he donned a homemade superhero costume (think Batman meets Duck Dynasty) and decided to storm Bohemian Grove, a fancy retreat for the rich and powerful, convinced it was a hotbed of elite shenanigans and occult rituals.
Armed to the teeth and ready to dish out some old-fashioned justice, our fearless Phantom Patriot planned to expose the secrets of the elite and save America. Instead, he ended up providing a prime example of how not to conduct a covert operation. The police found him skulking around the woods, and instead of liberating the nation, he found himself liberating a jail cell.
McCaslin’s adventure serves as a reminder that sometimes the best way to "Make America Great Again" is to just stick to voting and leave the superhero stuff to Marvel.
"Did you hear about the Phantom Patriot? This guy went full 'Make America Great Again' superhero, storming Bohemian Grove in a homemade costume, only to get arrested and miss the memo that real-life isn't a comic book!"
Reaching for the shift lever in the wrong place when driving somebody else's car
My car's a '99 Camry (shifter on the floor between the front seats). My wife's car is an '02 Odyssey (shifter on the steering column). Any time we use each others' cars, we come down with a case of phantom shiftosis syndrome.
When you have your fucking earbuds, air pods whatever the fuck for so long that even when removed it feels like it's still on. This phenomenon is akin to phantom limb, it can lasts a few hours.
Dude, I'm experiencing phantom earbuds right now