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A fat looking orangutan that has a crush on Aimee’s dog, Penny. Someone who eats Santa’s cookies off the plate. Someone that noticed that our table is broken. A person that has an obsession with Alyssa’s broken vines. They are attracted to angry gorillas doing the WAP. Overall, they are very annoying people.
What we call One Direction when they break up.
Man: Have you heard about Wrong Direction?
1D Fangirl: No.
Man: Shit, you're late girl. It's a band we used to call One Direction.
When Ann admits she was wrong. As I’m not correct. WRONG. Especially when she is talking about The Rock.
Ann looked at Brian and said, “I was wrong”. As she normally is when she’s talking about The Rock
The one phrase a malignant narcissist will never utter, preferring to see the destruction of the world and everything in it first.
"I was wrong about the virus, wrong about the pandemic, wrong about masks" Trump pleaded. "So wrong. I was wrong about climate change, please forgive me, I see how we've desecrated our beautiful home and I have contributed hugely. I was wrong about the very fine neo-nazis, totally, and about separating Hispanic children from their parents, wrong about my own IQ, and I frankly don't know how I will ever live with my many mistakes." Trump kept up the litany, rending his clothing and falling to his knees, and my alarm gave way to my alarm clock, and I got up to a day of working from home. Again.
means that the person is not to be trusted and a bad character. He could be aggressive or just simply not a nice guy.
-"Alex gave 3 kids a black eye last week... This guy is mean!"
-"I'm telling you, he's the wrong kind of hobo."
a. A merperson (usually a woman) who is the inverse of prevalent cultural depictions of merpeople: the front half of a fish attached at the waist to the bottom half of a person.
b. A sexual position based on this depiction, in which one partner is immobilized from the waist up, by tight swaddling with blankets.
Behind the door, I was shocked to find The Wrong Mermaid: Gwen immobilized on the couch, torso rolled tightly in Mom's quilt. Compromising as the position was, the back of Denise's head kept me from being forever traumatized by the sight of my pantsless sibling. I shut my eyes and pressed through to the hall.