Drifting (v.) The act of an Xbox 360 controller 'skipping' when playing a first person shooter (such as Modern Warfare 2). Usually caused by getting pizza dough in it; causes a higher sensitivity in the analog sticks.
Cowan was playing CoD with James, Clark, and Stru one day when his Uncle Gianluca needed help in the kitchen making a calzone. As he was kneading the dough, he got his controller caught in it and got pizza dough under the joysticks. To this day, the controller has him drifting all over the place if he's trying to quick scope.
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Sliding your car through a set of opposed and grouped turns without having rear wheel traction as your car moves laterally through the turns
Meh.
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to drift is to "seperate" or to "not keep in touch with" someone or people.
"we drifted bad! i wish we got back to before.."
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The act of of farting while walking by someone with the intent that they will smell it after you pass by
Watch out, Gordo had taco bell for lunch. He's been drifting everyone
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Noun
While in the process of giving fellatio, the penis misses the giver's mouth and starts streaking away on the face, sometimes piercing the cheekbone.
Typically occurs when the person giving fellatio is inebriated, exhausted, barely awoken from sleep to perform the act, or otherwise mind-altered by drugs or medication.
"Hey Greg. Wake up, man! You're drifting, and now my dick is stabbing your cheek. Get it together, and THEN you can go back to sleep!"
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The art of oversteer.
Causing a car's rear end to break loose while entering a corner, thereby setting up the 'slip angles' for a quick exit speed
See drifter
Chapel and Slonie are pretty good at drifting
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The act of drifting involves two actions that occur in a given time frame:
1)One must expel flatulence from the anus in an area deemed suitably far away to prevent those present from taking in the putrid aroma.
2)After this action takes place, one must retreat back to the area of social gathering. Unfortunately for those present, the smell has been carried along by its host. All conversations are put to a sudden halt as the malodorous scent dominates the area.
Nate: *Returns to group after ripping ass 15 feet away* What's up guys?
Group: *Suddenly plagued by odor* SON OF A BITCH, NATE YOU'RE DRIFTING AGAIN!
Nate: I'm the drift king.
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