Cunt times is worse than the worst experience. It is a sequence of events that has you wanting to go tear your hair out… usually at some trivial idiot that is making tour life difficult with their petty interference.
It’s been absolutely cunt times trying to get my refund from the hotel; it’s taken three phone calls yesterday (where I was disconnected twice) and 1.5 hours on the phone last night and those unaccomodating fuckwits still refuse to give me all my cash back.
Describes a loose or perhaps non-existent schedule in which objectives are met under relaxed time constraints, usually give or take an hour, or maybe 6 if someone passes out.
I called Jessica this morning but she operates on hood time, so she'll probably be here after sun down.
What every fucking kid uses when they are losing in a 1v1
guy 1: *uses time stop*
guy 2: “wow this kid really needs TS”
when you are about to secure the epic fortnite victory royale
Get ready for some 'pic gamer times
The afternoon was so boring that I devoted myself to waste time thinking of a girl living nearby.
Hym "If you have an infinite amount of time... Why anything now, Jordan? Why anything later? You could have an eternity of instant gratification or you could defer gratification for an eternity. Our lives are rendered meaningless by eternity. Which is why your God is evil. And needs to die."