The power of money, or its lack, to determine who gets to reproduce. Whereas in the past this was decided perhaps by physical toughness, ingenuity and resourcefulness in surviving, modern society has coldbloodedly decided who gets to reproduce by separating us by those who can afford to and those who cannot. A possible synonym would be late stage capitalism. One solution is throwing oneself on the mercy of the government, risking social disrespect in the process.
Guy: Hey friend, why no kids?
Friend: Couldn't afford it. It's not mine or God's fault. It was financial darwinism.
Female 1: who's that?
Female 2: oh him he's Darwine.
Female 1: I'm gonna suck his dick.
Darwin Nunez is the most sexy Guy of all time, he looks like a god and i want to just eat him.
Girl: Who is your celebrity crush?
Guy: Darwin Nunez of course!
The best player to ever play the game of soccer/football. He is the reason behind Liverpool FC's success. He is also the cutest and hottest player to ever play. I love him very, very much.
Oh, Darwin Núñez, where have you gone
Liverpool's winning and I need a Cody Gakpo
So, tell me Salah, when are we gonna win the league
I'm getting Van Dijk, and I need to be with my reds
And if you bring with Henderson, he can score
Talk about Darwin scoring hat tricks, this could be end of Man United
So why don't we go to the FA Cup game
Survival of the fittest. Which man/woman will be left standing to suit your dating needs.
I like them all. But it’s like dating Darwinism. Whoever deals with my shit the longest is the fittest.
The process of allowing those who would have naturally selected themselves out of existence the ability to survive through intervention that runs counter to natural selection.
If not for medical professionals, those climate activists who glued their hands to the road would have won the 2023 Darwin Awards. That's reverse Darwinism at work.
Usually between two humans (men or those w hair rump holes) where they clean each other like primates and vacuum the debris in one’s rump hole
Had a Darwin dingleberries sesh w a good homie who could t get the debris off there backside