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This is where you assert your dominance by screaming. Just like the individual named "Evan" he plays many games and has a son that has a vagina (I don't make this shit up okay)
evan: whats hitting your luh
me: joe mama
evan: ok i hit my luh ok
evan: screams
As in Putin descending on his coccyx and soiling his pants
putin-reportedly-took-a-big-fall-as-speculation-over-worsening-health-grows. When shit hit the floor
Quick term for asking your friend if they want to smoke weed via bong later in the evening!
*text conversation*
person 1: hey what do u want to do tonight
person 2: hit the b?
person 1: yeah im down
being a gas wholesaler/pundit, talking intellectual sounding nonsense about any given scientific discipline
boy : Is barium chloride edible?
mother: how dare you Victor? What? talking such nonsense when you've been educated in one of the best private schools in the country? Please do us all a favor, stop hitting the sauce, all right?
Victor: my graduation is lol, a month away; i would like to, after said graduation, to imitate Fred and George Weasley of the Harry Potter books, but instead of opening a joke shop, i'd like to publish a book on how Robespierre and his Committee of Public Safety can be compared to Stalin and the Soviet NKVD/KGB
mother: (even louder): are you an uptard, how many times do i have to tell you to stop hitting the sauce?
1) being a gas wholesaler/pundit, talking intellectual sounding nonsense about any given scientific discipline
2) a synonym for 'hitting the fan'
boy : Is barium chloride edible?
mother: how dare you Victor? talking such nonsense when you've been educated in one of the best private schools in the country? Please do us all a favor, stop hitting the sauce, all right? And if you're going to continue hitting the sauce like that, our relationship will start hitting the sauce itself, and I'll kick you out of this house. I won't stand for it to have a pundit in my house.
being a gas wholesaler/pundit, saying all kinds of junk to everyone and talking intellectual sounding nonsense about everyone and everything.
mother: how dare you Victor? What? talking such nonsense when you've been educated in one of the best private schools in the country? Please do us all a favor, stop hitting the sauce, all right?
Victor: my graduation is lol, a month away; i would like to, after said graduation, to imitate Fred and George Weasley of the Harry Potter books, open a a joke/magic shop with my girlfriend Isabella, and who said you can prevent us hitting the sauce and being gas wholesalers anyways?