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When three or more gay men are seen shopping together at a boutique
Girl! I was swarmed by the Synchronized Snorkeling Team. They all wanted the same earrings!
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The 12-membered ace group, LOONA, is commonly referred to as the ‘4th gen queens of synchronization’. Their choreographies are flawlessly executed and heavily incorporated with their lore, LOONAVERSE.
“Wanna talk about the 4th gen queens of synchronization? Oh, you mean LOONA?”
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(Adj/Noun) When two or more people, under the influence of marijuana, have ideas or experiences that reside on the same frequency or wavelength. These ideas or experiences are then elaborated to one another through similar or identical thought processes. This can be done through vocal and/or wireless transmission. Wireless transmission includes eye contact, smiling, pointing, or any combination of the three directed at another party.
See: Being on the same page, catching one's drift
Note: Sometimes followed by Revelationous Maximus.
Stoner 1: Dude, this sandwich's texture is erupting in my mouth.
Stoner 2: {Smiles, points and nods at Stoner 1} I know exactly what you mean, Bro. You, me, and our sandwiches are on the verge of Synchronizationous Maximus. Let’s go does more bong hits.
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1. Time spent programming in Javascript, when the rotation of the spinner icon in Firebug exactly matches the beat of the music you are listening to.
2. an ox and a moron, c.f. ImDB: Oscar
1. I spent 15 hours in synchronous ajax mode yesterday.
2. Dude, that slide deck was full of synchronous ajax.
Play music super loud in your house and shake and rattle the studs.
I have synchronicity of a household.
Noun: An appropriate rhythm while stitch-fucking. Two males are double penetrating a woman in her anus and vagina, and as one goes in, the other is going out. This appropriate rhythm ensures that the woman is fully penetrated at all times and does not die or get split in half. This also conveniently prevents the two men's testicles from touching each other, which could call their heterosexuality into question.
Matt: Man, when I grow up, I want to be just like Josh and Stacy. They're masters of synchronized stitch. All the chicks are talking about them.
Zack: Yeah, I hear their balls don't even touch. They're gonna turn synchronized stitch into an Olympic sport!
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Synchronicity II