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Fantasy football snakes are the lowest of the low. They are the guys who take advantage of drunken transactions and trick first-year players into making questionable trades, all for the betterment of their team.
Snake traders usually begin the fantasy football season strong, but shortly enough karma catches them and their team begins to dismantle until they fall just shy of playoffs.
Victim: "Hey man! What do you think about this trade Yusef convinced me on? I'll give him Darren Waller for one of his defenses and the starting kicker for the Bengals! Pretty good trade right?!"
Bystander: " Are you kidding me? That is a horrible trade. Do NOT take that trade. Geez... Yusef is such a fantasy football snake. I bet he's lurking the waiver wire too for drunken mistakes. Unreal!!"
Someone in a Fantasy Football league who takes extreme joy when other people draft his favorite Stud players
Frank Loves when someone Drafts Jay Cutler, he's such a Fantasy Football Cuckold
A group (team) of possible sex partners that can be traded or changed as often as your libido does. Usually comprised of celebrities, but can also contain forbidden crushes and people way out of your league. Plus, even better than fantasy football, you can substitute players mid-game or even mid-play. You can have as many bench warmers as you choose, and you can even share players with other people's teams.
I started my favorite player, Channing Tatum, on my fantasy fuck team, but somewhere during the night, I called a substitution for Charlie Hunnam.
1) A terrible and highly-overrated team of fantasy footballers; the most notoriously shitty "Brendan's fantasy football team" plays in the "Justice For John Markus Nead"
2) The vaginal equivalent of male "blue balls"
1) Rocco: "Brendan's fantasy football team blows"
2) Raul: "My girl had a bad case of Brendan's fantasy football team last night"
Spencer Ware: "Shoulda fucked her as hard as I fucked Rocco's team in the championship"
Final Fantasy Syndrome is a phenomenon where people who get all their social interaction from playing Final Fantasy XIV lose the ability to communicate like normal people. People suffering from Final Fantasy Syndrome typically respond to simple messages with 10000 word essays that look like they were written by ChatGPT and talk in a overly formal way reminiscent of some customer service agents.
Despite this veneer of formality and niceness, people suffering from Final Fantasy Syndrome will typically leave no opportunity unseized to start petty drama, especially with people who do not play Final Fantasy XIV (Although they will not shy away from infighting if no such target is available).
I used to be friends with this guy but then he started suffering from Final Fantasy Syndrome. He sent me a ten page tirade after mentioned I don't play FFXIV and then blocked me everywhere.
When you use 5 fingers and the 6th finger is inserted into the urethra at the moment of climax and jizz it sprays out like a Champaign bottle at a celebration
Bro, Makenzie gave me a 6 Finger Fantasy last night and I’m still cleaning cum off the walls.
There's a change in pace
Of my fantasy today
Do you like good music?
Yes, I wanna dance
Oh, yeah
Hanging out for a body shot at night
Ain't it strange what they do to feel all right?
Oh, yeah
So, if you should call, I am experienced
Whoa-whoa, yeah, aw!
Face to face and back to back
You see and feel my sex attack
Wanna sing it, yeah
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
I should be feeling alright
Oh, yeah
Turn out the light, babe
I need someone else tonight, yeah
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door, aw
Oh-oh, yeah, aw
Face to face and back to back
You see and feel my sex attack
Wanna sing it, yeah
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Yeah-yeah-yeah, we cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Father loved his son
Mother, daughter, too
That's the old, old story
Cries the new world too
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Yeah-yeah-yeah, we cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Do you like good music?
Do you wanna dance?
Oh, yeah
Turn out the light, babe
And be someone else tonight, oh yeah
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
I did my crime, enjoyed my time
Never been having before
Never been nothing before
Flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh
Flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh
Flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh