A sick bastard is the worst type of person. Sick bastards enjoy putting IcyHot on toilet seats, giving unwanted love taps, and usually run in pairs.
"What sick bastards would do such a thing? You know there has to be two of them! One of them is probably wearing glasses and the other is probably wearing a hat."
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The most fucked up boy in the world. Someone who says he'll love you forever and ever, says you're his world, the only one. Then you find him fucking a dumb pink-lipsticked blond.
" wow, Will cheated on his pregnant girlfriend."
" I AM his girlfriend."
" Oh. Cheating bastard..."
BEST SONG FOR WHEN SOMEONE CHEATS YOU;
Love, Hate, Love by Alice in Chains.
" You told me I'm the only one...Innocence creates my hell...try to understand me, little girl..."
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A recurring stereotype in hentai. It takes the form of an ugly, fat, unclean, or in general unpleasing male who will share an adult sceneario with the usually younger/vulnerable female lead, most likely in an abusive or degrading way that defines him as a bastard.
Artist: I'm gonna draw a super cute girl, with the big ol' titties, great eyes, pale skin, some blush and pouty lips fucked and going all ahgao by the fattest, smelliest Ugly Bastard
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A Magnificent Bastard (MB) is someone who is all about unpretentious whiskey knowledge, all kinds of whiskey everywhere, they are about shenanigans, from dad-jokes to salty memes. They learn, they share, they shenanigan. To find a Magnificent Bastard in the wild, you will need to ask someone "How do you Whiskey?" A Magnificent Bastard will reply "With Magnificence"
A magnificent bastard is NOT a whiskey snob.
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An individual that is unaware that they are the cause of an automatic door to open. Often harmless unless the outside temperature is frigid and the opening of the door leads to unwanted bursts of cold air.
It was fricking cold outside & that door bastard kept tripping the automatic sensor so we nearly froze our a$$e$ off in the lobby.
A term used to describe when an object reaches a temperature in excess of what would normally be considered 'hot'.
Mr. Spanners addressed the classroom. "Listen up, students, this is an important physics lesson. A cup of tea is hot. An oven is really hot. The lava currently melting through the roof is bastard hot."
"Don't touch! It's bastard hot!โ, Jeff the blacksmith shouted across the workshop as Alice stared hypnotically at the glowing orange lump of metal, fresh from the brazing hearth. These warnings fell on deaf ears, as Alice's poor judgement and dull intellect instructed her to pick up the metal piece, promptly rewarding her for this action with second-degree burns.
"But, Dr. McVillainous, the lair's tar pits only need to be hot enough to dispose of pesky superheroes and former employees. Raising the temperature to bastard hot will not provide any advantage and will only raise our fuel bills....", the nervous advisor quivered as he delivered his report.
Dr. McVillainous raised his hand and slapped his subordinate hard across the face. "I want to strike fear into the hearts of men! Nothing short of bastard hot will do!"