The act of defending yourself after losing the gulag and your teammates are roasting you. A way of defense after you fuck up and you know you're wrong.
person 1 : You suck. How do you lose the gulag so many times.
person 2 : You're Seven alright.
A set of different areas around the Troy, IL and Collinsville, IL areas, outskirts of both and backroads that aren't really specified to where they go. You either know them or you don't. If you want to explore them, do so at your own risk. Disappearances, murders, occult things of varying degrees and even missing vehicles and the people in them.
"Oh, you've heard of the Seven Gates of Hell, right?" "What, around Troy, Illinois?" "Yeah. It's messed up. I've heard of people disappearing around there. I checked it out but I couldn't find anything." "Um, I recognize you. Haven't you been dead for a few years?"
Seven Eleven but the "uh" sound is replaced by of for the sake of peak comedy.
Hey man I'm going to seven of leven, you want anything?
The seven unforbidden holes are the ears, nostrils, eyes and urethra.
The seven unforbidden holes are for the cummest of dumpsters
When you have had more than you should.
How many bongs we have smoked this morning.
What round are we on? I think we just hit Twelvity Seven.
A more fun way to say eight-foot
Why do you have to be seven-foot twelve, dude?
(Medical jargon) When a kidney stone glances and dislodges a large scaberous blockage in the male urethra.
"May the record reflect there was a seven-ten split during the procedure. We will begin extraction."