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Final-Cyber-Solution, Is the act of rage beyond the cage of cyberspace, going through great lengths to target and destroy someone or multiples persons social life, quoted as an offender of your personal,social or mental well being.
Girl1: THAT FUCKING BITCH!!! SHE IS LYING ON ME!!
Girl2(girl1's friend): you should f.c.s her skank ass off the face of cyberspace!!!
Girl1: OH ITS FUCKONG DONE! HELLO "ISANYONEUP.COM"...that bitch is fried!, Fucking GNARGOYLE!
Girl2:its the fucking final-cyber-solution in this bitch!
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all due diligence is done on the deal so it's a "solution" and not an "idea".
Employee: Hey office manager man - I'd like to buy a new fridge for the office.. Can I get one?
Office Manager: Give me a "press go solution".
Employee: Hey office manager man, I found a great fridge on craigslist it will fulfill all our office fridge requirements, it is this size, will fit right here, costs $200, plenty of room for the office pot luck parties and it will be less than $20 utility cost a month.
Office Manager: Ok lets do it. Or - Nah too much money! I have a decision to make since its a "press go" solution!
T Solution is a concoction of a shitty wine and a cooler/spritzer mix to avoid waste of alcohol. Originates on Vancouver Island 2021
This wine taste like shit... Here add (random drink here) T Solution
A solution to a problem that should not exist in the first place
Man: "Why did you remove the bushes at the front of the park?"
Boss: "So our delivery trucks can get through easier".
Man: "We have a delivery zone out back, this is just an anti-solution".
When a person asks out an individual and is rejected and resorts to their second choice
Girl: I tried asking out Milosh, but it did'nt work
Guy: That sucks
Girl: Don't worry I'm going for the final solution
Join my progressive cult! Start a union and let the women fuck the fat cocks instead of you and berate you for having a small dick. Don't worry, when they run out of fat cocks you can feed their bastard kids until you die!
Hym "Yeah, hey, fuck face. You aren't seeming to get it. I'm not men. I'm not people. In the same way that women want to be treated as individuals. There is no solution to men. Me getting paid more to work my shitty gas station job isn't ME getting credit for MY contributions to society. Which are SUBSTANTIAL AND MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE. You aren't protecting young men from thinking wrong. It's your cult or theirs. Their incest cult gets me a free fuck-slave. What does yours get me? NOTHING. I get to be another body for the collectivist horde and I get WHAT, exactly? 'The solution to men' is 'Do whatever it takes to not be beholden to shit-libs, up to and including human trafficing and/or child murder. Whatever it takes.' That's the fucking solution."
A total bu**s**t course of action agreed upon by two or more parties; supposedly it comes with benefits for all concerned, but in reality the plan generally ends in disaster, often for everyone involved.
A classic case of a win/win solution "gone sour" --- literally --- would be when a commercial farming-outfit approaches a nearby cash-strapped community to ask if they can pay them some much-needed revenue to dump organic waste in an uninhabited area of the municipality... at first blush it may sound like a good deal, but of course what usually happens in reality is that said waste "stinks to high Heaven" so much that the townspeople angrily vote to close the dump-site, forcing the mega-farm to look elsewhere for a dumpsite, and obliging the town to pay astronomical sums to have the already-dumped waste carted off to be disposed of.