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A tall lanky skinny white boy who smells like wet dog. This guy is also crazy and loves to hit people out of nowhere. He has rabies from being bit by a homeless persons dog and loves to bike to the east side for fun everyday. This special type of white boy looks like a pterodactyl. This strange speciman does not eat meat and will try to rip you off by any means. He will often come up to you, steal your phone and drop your players. He always rips off the worst kid in league and then brags about his trades and flex’s on you.
“YOOO I just ripped u off bud”
“YOO I’m 5-0”
“Yoooo least I’ve won the league before”
“YOOO ur a fantasy fag not me!”
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The greatest online game ever known to man. As soon as this game is played, you submit your life to the admins and are no longer requiring of sleep, air, food, water, and work/school.
Let's play some FE, I need FE.
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A genre of books which blends the world we know with a more magical and mystical one. Enjoyed by a wide audience, both children and adults. Quite separate from traditional fantasy which can be alientating and alarming to read, due to the readers's inability to connect their own life experiences and knowledge to the entirely fabricated world being depicted. Perfect examples of Blended Fantasy are the Harry Potter series (by the wonderful J. K. Rowling) and His Dark Materials (Philip Pullman).
John: Do you like Fantasy books?
Bob: No, but I like Blended Fantasy.
John: Never heard of it Bob!
Bob: You must be kidding me! Blended Fantasy is where the author has included elements of fantasy in a world that the reader can recognise and, ultimately, suspend their belief that it is fantasy at all, becoming lost in the hope that a more exciting world does in fact exist within our own, hidden and waiting to be discovered.
John: Sheesh.
A fantasy boyfriend is a man who exudes sensuality, mystery, and eroticism. He always smells delicious and he has the most elegant, masculine hands. When he looks at you, your whole body is engulfed in desire. You get wet every time you talk to him on the phone. After an afternoon of swimming in his rooftop pool, he pulls off your swimsuit and eats your pussy with deft expertise. You cum, your glistening back arching and your wet hair dripping on the cotton sheets. On another occasion, you make love in a room filled with garden roses. He covers every inch of your body in passionate kisses. You fall asleep on his chest to the sound of rain. You get together many other times; on every occasion, his only goal is to give you pleasure in all its forms.
Of course, none of this is real because he is a fantasy boyfriend.
I spent some time this morning with my dildo, some lube, and my fantasy boyfriend.
An elaborate and formal evening of food and drinks for the members of your fantasy league, often followed by speeches whereby teams trash talk each other for their lack of fantasy prowess. All league members must participate. Often a trophy is presented to the league champion.
Artie forgot to invite me to the fantasy banquet this year and I'm super pissed about it.
Working on a pretend project with impractical goals, imaginary requirements, unachievable expectations.
My current assignment is fantasy engineering, we're making green biofuel out of unicorn manure.